After the doctor left, Charles's expression remained stormy. Anna, thoroughly drunk, was now quietly nestled in his arms. Occasionally, her lips would move as if murmuring something, but her words were incoherent.
Charles stood up from the couch, still holding Anna. "I’m taking her home."
"Weren’t you here to drink with me?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow, asking casually.
Charles paused for a moment, tightening his grip on Anna as a reflex. "Another time," he replied, and began to walk away.
"And where exactly do you think you’re taking Anna?" Charlotte snapped, her tone full of sarcasm. "She’s not your wife anymore. This is harassment, you know?"
Charles: "…"
He took several deep breaths to suppress the urge to lash out. Finally, he responded calmly, "Sister, Anna is still my wife."
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