Charles was already in a bad mood, to begin with. Seeing Anderson made it even worse, especially since the latter was drinking with prostitutes.

A young and beautiful girl sat on Anderson’s lap, gently coaxing him to drink, and he looked quite charming and affectionate, too!

Charles felt uncomfortable witnessing this scene.

Heh! Daphne’s biological father was here drinking with a prostitute while his ex-wife was at home changing diapers for her. She was even willing to sacrifice herself to marry a balding man in his fifties for the baby’s sake.

In a fit of anger, he took action.

Though he was a cultured man, he had a slender and strong physique, which meant he was more than capable of subduing Anderson.

He grabbed Anderson’s collar and pinned him against the wall with ease, his voice carrying a hint of chilliness, "You’re enjoying yourself quite an awful lot, Anderson! Your mistress died and left behind an orphan and yet you're here drinking with a prostitute."

Mistress… Orph