Charles was a lot of things right now. He couldn't even tell you if he hated her. He just kept replaying the events that happened after her accident. How she was acting, how they fell apart. The more they looped through his head the hotter his anger seemed to boil. When he had first read her message he had been in a state of shock. He didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to believe that Ingrid of all people could do something like this to him.
And then as if he didn't have enough to be angry about his brother had to go and open his mouth. When he had gotten that text on his phone when Chris responded to Ingrid's apparently group message, he wanted nothing more than to hit his brother. On top of everything he was thinking he didn't need drama from his brother added on to it. It was between him and Ingrid. And as far as Charles was concerned it wasn't anyone else's fucking business.
He had been so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't even realized Ing's arrival until he heard her. All he could do was nod, acknowledging that he heard her. If he spoke just yet he had no idea what would be coming out of his mouth.
He didn't move from his spot nor did he turn to look at her. Instead he stayed seated in the sand, listening to the crash of the waves mix with the angry swirl of thoughts in his head.
It took several long moments before Charles finally opened his mouth. "Why….how…all this time." It wasn't clear or coherent by any means but the anger and the hurt wasn't allowing him perfect mental clarity at the moment. So many thoughts and questions were cutting the other's off. Why did she keep it from him? Why was he not allowed to know he had had a child? How could she do this to him? How could she treat him that way? "How could you keep that from me?" he asked, finally looking at her.
A part of him even wondered if she even ever loved him if she was capable of treating him this way. And keeping such things from him.