Grace's POV
"Well, Angela, since your son is here, why don't we let him confess about his lies," I said.
"Grace, Stop—" Angela was about to stop me because she wasn't ready to talk with her son right now. She was so distraught with the idea that Charles wasn't the perfect son she had.
But I ignored Angela completely. I opened the door and finally saw Charles in person after a while.
He still looked the same, filthy and disheveled.
He had an overgrown beard that looked like it hadn't seen soap in weeks. He was wearing a grimy white shirt that I suspected hadn't been washed for at least a month, judging by how yellow it had turned.
On top of that, his gut had expanded even more than before, to the point that his body sagged forward, making him appear shorter than usual. He always told me he wanted to stay in shape because a movie director might call him and cast him in a romantic comedy.
But it seemed that he had completely abandoned his dream of becoming an actor.
