The interior of the car was dimly lit. Charles raised his hand to check his watch. It was already half past ten in the night.

He didn't wait in the car. Instead, he straightaway went upstairs as if he owned the place.

Charles's face was grim, and no one dared to stop him. Moreover, the servants there recognized him.

They knew that he was Renata's ex-husband and that he was domineering. They were also aware that he had sex with her as well as the fact that he had been thoroughly examined by the doctor.

Charles reached the second floor and pushed open the master bedroom door. Daphne was sleeping soundly.

The nanny quickly stood up and greeted, "Greeting, Mr. Charles."

Charles raised his hand, indicating for her to leave. He said he would take care of the child. The nanny didn't dare to say another word. She bowed her head and left the room hurriedly.

Charles was angry. He claimed he would take care of Daphne, but he didn't actually know how. He lay on the bed, looking at the sl