"A lot of good that did," Charles spat out. He angry and hurt and he didn't know how she could do this to him. "So you didn't want to tell me about the baby because you didn't want me to hurt the way you were but…do you even remember the weeks following it?" he asked, turning to stare straight at her. The was anger, hurt, pain, sadness and betrayal burning inside him. Any other time he might have been able to control it but right now it was controlling him. "All the fighting? Was that someone sparing me too?"
Charles shook his head, pursing his lips. He didn't know what else to say. He didn't even know what else he wanted to hear from Ingrid. When Charles had asked, or rather told Ingrid they needed to talk he thought this would somehow help. He thought hearing things, getting answers might help somehow. It might help him make some sort of sense out of this but so far it hadn't. All it did was turn his emotions into an even murkier mess.