Chapter 337

"There seems to be a bit of misunderstanding here, Shawn." Charles leaned against the couch and crossed his slender legs. "First of all, I am partnering up with Johnson Enterprises, not with you."

"Second of all, I am a businessman, so I pay more attention to whether this partnership can bring benefits to Harris Corporation. You will be the president of Johnson Enterprises soon, right? With the immature thinking that you have, I’m honestly worried about Uncle Johnson."

Incensed by what he said, Shawn sprung up from the couch and pointed his finger at him.

Charles raised his head to look at him, his aura was not weak at all. “Think before you speak, Shawn. Don’t say anything that you shouldn’t.”

"...I’ve blamed you wrongly, Mr. Harris. I was the short-sighted one." Shawn held himself back for a very long time before squeezing these words from his throat.

Charles said, "It's okay. Like Zachary, I'm a magnanimous person, so I will be the bigger man."

Shawn's complexion alternated between red, blue, and white. It was more colorful than an artist’s palette.

After discussing the partnership, Charles asked the servant to fetch the contract and pen from the room and signed the contract on the spot.

Sophia sat on one side in silence, debating whether to bring Madam Johnson upstairs to see her mother or bring her mother downstairs to see Madam Johnson.

"I’m looking forward to working with you. I hope we will have more and more opportunities for partnership in the future!" Madam Johnson darted several glances at the contract with delight, then stood up and stretched out her hand towards Charles.

Charles smiled but did not take her hand. "My wife is strict, so it won’t be convenient for us to shake hands."

Sophia, "..."

"I was once young as well, so I can totally understand!" Madam Johnson handed the contract to Shawn very carefully and asked him to keep it.

She then continued, "Soph, where’s your mother? I thought I would be able to see her as soon as I arrived. It has been more than half an hour, though, where is she?"

"My mother may be sleeping. I will go and get her right now," Sophia said.

"Is she sleeping or does she look down on this old friend now that she has become part of the Harris family?" Madam Johnson asked harshly.

Sophia frowned slightly, stifling the discomfort in her heart, and answered mildly, "She isn’t that kind of person. You worry too much. I will go upstairs and get her right away."

"I think it’s an inconvenience for her to come downstairs, though. Forget it, I'll go upstairs by myself!" Madam Johnson waved her hand at her and went up the stairs straight away. "Which room is she in?"

At this point in time, James had already left for the office. Sophia was not worried that she would see something inappropriate, hence she led her straight to the room door.

"Mom—" Sophia knocked on the door.

Madam Johnson pushed the door open before anyone from the other end of the door could answer. "We have known each other for decades and we’re one soul in two bodies. We can skip these empty formalities!"

The door opened.

The blanket on the bed had been folded up, looking extremely neat and tidy.

Jenny was standing by the window, looking out, turning her head when she heard the noise. The moment she saw Madam Johnson, however, blood drained from her face at once.

"Why... why are you in my house?" Jenny pointed at Madam Johnson with a complicated look on her face.

This reunion was completely different from what Sophia had expected. She found it difficult to read her mother's emotions. It looked like guilt, regret, and resentment...

She felt slightly uneasy all of a sudden.

Was it inappropriate for her to bring Madam Johnson over to see Mom?

"What do you mean by why am I in your house?" Madam Johnson looked aggrieved. "Jenny, is that supposed to be the attitude you’re showing me now that I’m here to see you when you’ve not visited me for so many years?"

Jenny looked at Sophia, hesitating to speak.

Sophia felt like something was wrong. She walked towards Madam Johnson and said, "Madam Joh..."

"Jenny, you can’t actually be looking down on me because you’re the Harrises’ in-law now, can you?" Madam Johnson cut her off straight away. "It has been so many years. Put your hand on your heart and ask yourself, who was the one who helped you when you were bullied last time?”

Jenny's face was scarlet. "...Why don’t you come in and talk."

"Now that’s what I’m talking about! Jenny, if you actually turn against me, then I would’ve misjudged you back then!" Madam Johnson walked in and said in shock, "Why do you look so pale? Are you sick?"

Jenny frowned. "I don’t have a good appetite lately."

She turned to Sophia and said, "Soph, why don’t you go out first."

Seeing that things did not look quite right with the two of them, Sophia wanted to stay, but before she could come up with a good excuse, she heard Madam Johnson say, “Yeah, Soph. The two of us old friends haven’t seen each other for more than ten years now and we want to share something private. Why don’t you leave first!”

"I will prepare some fruits and snacks for you, then," Sophia said.

Jenny shook her head. "We’re fine. There’s no need for that."

"We are both old friends now. We don’t need these empty formalities. I will let the servants know if I'm thirsty or hungry. Don’t you worry about it!"

Madam Johnson said as she pushed Sophia out.

Sophia had no other choice, hence she asked them to call her if they needed any help before going back to the living room with an uneasy feeling in her heart.

Shawn was gone. Charles was sitting alone in the living room.

"Did something upset you?" Charles asked.

Sophia pursed her lips and said, "It's nothing."

"The weather is pretty good today. Want to go to the mall?" Charles grabbed a snack and brought it to her mouth.

Sophia opened her mouth to eat it, shaking her head. "My leg isn’t healed yet. Dr. Hemingway told me not to walk too much."

"A pregnant woman can’t just sit around all the time either. It will be good for you if you move around more." Charles stood up and picked her up.

"Take some rest if you are tired, hmm? We can’t be buying clothes for our baby only after he or she is born, right?"

Sophia put her arms around his neck and glanced upstairs. "It’s a little hard to buy the clothes if we don’t even know if the baby’s a boy or a girl.

Besides, I just conceived not long ago, so there’s no rush in that. Why don’t you put me down first?"

Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!

Chapter 336 Why Are You In My House?

She was still feeling uneasy and glanced upstairs again.

Madam Johnson did look like she had met her best friend when she saw her mother, but her mother’s reaction when she saw Madam Johnson, though... Those who had no clue about what was going on might think that she had met an enemy.

Charles followed her gaze and glanced upstairs. He put her on the couch, placed both hands on her sides, and wrapped her in his arms.

"What's the matter?" His gaze was so sharp that Sophia avoided it subconsciously.

Charles reached out and raised her chin, forcing her to look at him. "Tell me what’s wrong."

Sophia frowned without saying anything.

"Your mother is not happy to see Madam Johnson?" Charles asked.

Sophia was taken aback for a moment before nodding and muttering, "I'm not quite sure either, but something just doesn’t feel right."

As soon as her voice fell, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was heard, followed by a series of noises of things getting smashed to the ground.

Sophia's pupils contracted. She pushed Charles away subconsciously and was about to run upstairs. He grabbed onto her and pushed her to the couch. "Did you forget that you’re pregnant?"

"...I’m sorry," Sophia said.

Charles stroked her lower abdomen. "I'll go with you, but don't run."

Sophia nodded and walked upstairs with him anxiously.

The quarrel was intermingled with the children’s cries. It was hard to hear anything.