And . . . I think it's time you met my son, Gregory." Charles's gaze returned to Gregory, who was perusing him with the same arrogant regard. "Hello, Gregory." "How do you do?" "Glenda . . . I have told you" "I have only come to talk, Charles. There is nothing I want from you . . . except perhaps some information." "What is it you want to know?" "Can we not sit down and talk?" He had no desire to converse with them, but he knew the stubborn look in Glenda's eyes. She was not a woman to make angry . . . she knew too much. "Of course, please." He motioned toward the couch. "What is it I can do for you, Glenda?" "I know you have had dealings with the Safe Home Orphanage," Glenda began, and she was surprised to see the look of alarm in Charles's eyes. "I have the name of a girl who was raised there and I would like to know what you know about her." "Who is this girl you're so interested in?" "Her name is Charity" She looked at Gregory for the last name. "Gilbert," Gregory added.
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