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Regret Novel 54

Chapter 54

Charlotte wore a pale blue dress that brushed her ankles, her long hair swept up with a delicate hairpin, and her makeup subtle, barely there.

She stood dutifully by her mother–in–law Miranda’s side, every gesture and movement graceful, her manners impeccable.

All this decorum was drilled into her years ago, right after she married into the Howard family–rules set by Rosemary herself.

For six months, Charlotte studied etiquette; then, for the next two years, she learned music, chess, literature, and painting. All because of a single line from Rosemary: “As the Howard family’s daughter–in–law, you must never bring shame to our name.” Rosemary had been strict, sometimes even harsh, but Charlotte had to admit, she’d learned a lot from her.

When Miranda had finished greeting the distinguished guests, she turned to Charlotte. “Where’s Evander? It’s his grandmother’s birthday–how is he still not here?”

Charlotte answered honestly, “I’ve already messaged him, but he hasn’t replied.”

Miranda snorted. “Useless. Can’t even keep your own husband in check. You might as well get a divorce and save yourself the trouble.”

With that, Miranda turned on her heel and walked away toward the matriarch.

Charlotte stood there for a moment, her fingers tightening around her champagne glass. She set it down, and as she turned, she saw Evander enter the room, surrounded by the sons of the city’s elite.

He wore a light–colored suit, a sharp contrast to his usual somber attire, looking every bit the refined gentleman, with a calm elegance that drew every eye.

his way to Rosemary, stopping at her side to offer his

hum. “I’m actually surprised you

already caught the hint.

was the Howard family’s daughter–in–law, but

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never publicly announced the

circle understood, but no

I’ve decided to give it to you. You can take it on with

at her in

wasn’t the only one–Miranda and

her that project? She’s just a-” Miranda caught herself before saying “doctor” out loud, unwilling to embarrass herself in front of everyone, but her disdain for Charlotte’s

head–entrusting her with a cutting–edge medical research project? What a

are you sure? But my mentor spoke

technology was all thanks to Rosemary. Years ago, when the country’s hospitals barely had any decent equipment, Rosemary had invested her own money to fund the development

portrait still hung on the wall of

honor.

had tried to persuade Rosemary to support the mitochondrial nanotherapy