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Regret Novel 72

Evander stood still for a moment, then gently took Tricia by the shoulders and eased her away from his embrace. “You’re hurt. You should be resting.”

Tricia stiffened, her gaze dropping as she bit her lip. “I’m just worried about Hans…”

“Uncle…” Hans had woken up, his eyes wide and anxious, haunted by his

nightmares.

Evander moved to the bedside and took the boy’s hand, his voice gentle and reassuring. “Don’t be afraid. I’m right here.”

“Uncle, will you stay with me today?”

Hans looked up at him, hope shining in his eyes. Evander hesitated, then nodded. “I’ll stay with you.”

Hans clung tightly to his uncle’s hand. As long as Evander was there, the

nightmares wouldn’t come, and he wouldn’t have to worry about his mother’s temper.

Tricia, on the other hand, hardly spared a glance for Hans. Hearing that Evander would be staying, she felt a surge of satisfaction–her goal was accomplished.

Back at the Sterling family home, the food was growing cold, and there was still no sign of Evander.

“Didn’t you say the Howard family’s son–in–law would be joining us? So where is he?” Abigail, exasperated, could no longer hide her impatience.

The rest of the family looked equally displeased.

darkened. He slammed his fork down and glared at Charlotte. “Didn’t you promise us Evander would come? Were you lying to

how can you say that about my sister?” Hiram

mouth!” Xavier snapped, his temper flaring. Even his son wasn’t immune

to explain, but the words caught in her throat, her chest tightening with a thousand pinpricks

come, he could have just refused. There was no need

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gotten a straight answer?” Xavier’s patience finally snapped. He slammed his palm on the table, sending a wine glass

shot to his feet, slapping his own hand on the table in defiance. “Enough, Dad! It’s my birthday, not yours. I never even asked for him to come, so why are you making such a big deal out

anyway? You all wanted Evander here,

reached out to calm him.

into his chair, seething. If not for his sister, he would have flipped

there, fuming in silence, his anger unresolved

Besides, if our

had someone from the Howards as a son–in–law, they’d have climbed the social ladder ages ago–instead of still relying on his wife’s family for

hasn’t been made public,” Rachel, Charlotte’s

level entirely. If

shut, her face turning an ugly shade. It was true–the Howards had insisted on keeping the

it was

wealthy just to trick women into marriage. You all better keep your

aunt added, her voice

chimed in, piling on, “Jensen, at your age, you still can’t see through people? Why can’t you be more like your

could barely breathe for all the pent–up anger.

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