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Regret Novel 46

Chapter 46

Just moments ago, Tricia had been all sweetness and polite smiles, but now she held herself with unmistakable superiority. After all, Evander had given her this power–she’d be a fool not to make the most of it.

Charlotte quietly twisted a tissue in her hands, her expression unchanging. “So, does Director Winthrop have other plans for me?”

Tricia folded her arms and shot a glance at her son.

Hans scampered over, tugging at her sleeve with a whine. “Mom, I want a chocolate cupcake. Can you ask her to get me one? Please?”

Tricia made a show of hesitating, then turned to Charlotte. “Dr. Sterling, I’m afraid I’ll have to trouble you to run a little errand. Buy a cupcake for Evander’s son and me, would you? I’m sure that’s not too much to ask.”

She put extra emphasis on “Evander’s son and me,” as if reminding Charlotte that she was an outsider–someone who could never be part of their little family of

three.

It was almost laughable, flaunting her status as the “wife” in front of the real one.

But Tricia had no idea–Charlotte had been prepared for every possible outcome since the moment she’d learned about Evander’s affair and the existence of his illegitimate child.

So whether Tricia was trying to test her or simply make her look small, Charlotte simply didn’t care anymore.

“It’s just a cupcake, isn’t it?” Charlotte pulled out her phone, her voice cool and unhurried. “Hardly a challenge.”

She stepped out of the office.

Tricia watched her leave, the corners of her mouth curling in satisfaction.

like a

was told?

the stairs, Charlotte placed an order for dessert delivery on her phone, then returned to her own

waited for ages, until there was

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here?” a

frowning in confusion. “I’m…

your order

“I didn’t order anything.”

“But this is the neurology director’s office, right? You just said

realize–the

she snatched the

of pique. Hans, sensing her mood, shrank back, hesitant to touch the cupcake. He asked in a tiny voice, “Mom, can I

do! Useless!” Tricia snapped, glaring at him and venting all her frustration on

hung his head, silent, clearly

shifted. She knelt in front of him, gently stroking his cheek, her voice soft and coaxing.

Mom,” Hans

good boy.” Her eyes darkened. “Hans, can you do a little favor for me? You don’t want

froze, his small face clouded

Howard and truthfully, Mr. Howard had always been good to him. If only Mr.

across his face, Tricia’s eyes flashed with cold

Charlotte checked on her