Sophie hung up the phone and turned around, just in time to see Charles putting away his phone. She asked attentively, "Is it work? Are you unable to schedule it tomorrow? I can change the time on my end." Content orıginally comes from 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱 "No." Charles replied without any sign of blush or breathlessness, as if someone else was the one texting just now, "I was checking the time." "It’s getting late, finish your milk and rest early." Charles handed the milk to Sophie. "Okay." Sophie naturally wouldn’t doubt him and quickly finished drinking. Afterward, Charles took the cup and gently pecked her on the lips before leaving. Sophie had long been accustomed to Charles giving her goodnight and good morning kisses, but why did something that should increase intimacy make her feel more distant from him? It would be better to hold hands, making her blush and her heart race. Little did the puzzled Sophie know that Charles, having left her room, held the glass so tightly due to his restrained force that his knuckles turned white. He expended all his self-control to suppress the thoughts that constantly rolled in his mind. It’s not the right time yet, can’t scare Sophie. Two times a day contact was already quite good, take it slow. The next day, Clarissa and Mason arrived at the restaurant’s private room, and Sophie and Charles were already there. "Sophie." As soon as Clarissa saw Sophie, her eyes lit up, she walked two steps quickly over, grasping her hand, looking her up and down, endlessly admiring her. "Mr. Seymour." Mason only then came to understand Charles Seymour’s true identity, and looking at him now, he felt that the rumors outside seemed a bit off. With such an imposing presence as Charles Seymour, is he really a second-generation heir living off company dividends? Having navigated the business world for so many years, Mason couldn’t help but feel that Charles Seymour was not ordinary, but rather extraordinarily complicated. "Mr. Wilson, let’s talk to the side." After Charles said that, he directly opened the door and left. "Sophie, what’s going on with them..." With a puzzled look, Clarissa’s gaze shifted from Charles to Sophie. "Charles said he wanted to talk to Uncle Wilson." Sophie wasn’t surprised as Charles had told her before they came. "It’s okay, you stay here with Sophie." Mason said with a smile, suppressing a bit of regret in his heart. Being called Uncle Wilson by Sophie was a bit painful for him. Clarissa and Sophie, the mother and daughter, were chatting, but the atmosphere in the private room next door was not so good. Charles seemed to carry a cooling effect with him, making the room feel chilling. If not for the faint warm breeze from the air conditioning, Mason would have suspected it was broken and blowing cold air. "Mr. Wilson, have you been investigating something recently?" Charles didn’t bother with pleasantries and went straight to the point with Mason. "Of course," Mason said seriously, "I’ve been looking into the incidents from back then, but there’s no trace from the hospital. It’s been too long, and the doctors and nurses have changed unknowingly. Moreover, the child swapping back then could have been done by the cleaning staff or outsiders." "Without surveillance, the investigation is quite difficult." Mason had been using his connections to investigate, while also ensuring that no one else found out, which naturally slowed the progress a bit. "Mr. Wilson, your investigation direction is wrong." Charles said coldly. "Wrong direction?" Mason stared at Charles in confusion, but the man was too cold, making Mason avert his gaze after just one glance. Recommended a good read by a friend, "Warm Marriage Sweet Honey: Mr. Ning, Strong Love" by Yue Yi Xi Chuang, "Except in bed, I don’t let her do any physical work." Augus Langdon said when asked about pampering his wife.