Regret Novel 90

Hiram is still my brother. Even if he ends up in prison, I just want him to make it through those years safely,” Charlotte said, rising to her feet and meeting his gaze. “All I’m asking for is a little fairness. Is that really too much?”

“Fairness?” Evander stepped closer, his presence almost overwhelming. “He planned a kidnapping, Charlotte. Even if no real harm was done, a crime is still a crime. And you want to talk to me about fairness?”

“If no one got hurt, the law can go easy on him. But would you ever even consider helping Hiram get a lighter sentence?”

“Absolutely not.” His answer was cold, decisive–without a hint of hesitation.

Charlotte’s heart clenched, the color draining from her face. “So I’m wrong for wanting fairness now?”

“He could’ve hurt anyone, but he shouldn’t have hurt her.”

His blatant favoritism shattered whatever hope Charlotte had been holding on to.

She’d thought she could reason with him.

But she’d been foolish to hope. The Howard family was untouchable, and Evander was ruthless–even to her. There was no way he’d ever let her have her way.

“Charlotte, I don’t want you going to see Tricia again because of Hiram. You need to remember, she’s the victim here. Whatever’s between us has nothing to do with

her.”

As Evander turned to leave, Charlotte laughed bitterly through her tears. “So I’m not a victim too?”

Did everything Tricia had done to her not count for anything?

Did she deserve to suffer through it all?

at her, his expression dark

you show me just a little mercy?

once. That’s all I’m

gaze, utterly unmoved. “This is a debt I owe

he walked out of the

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words “a debt I owe her” echoing in

her chest,

when the ache dulled, she managed a

that

the hospital, Evander slid into the back seat

accepted the sentencing. The attorney hinted he could get

the lawyer could’ve worked

was just as stubborn as Miss Sterling. Whenever it came to Miss Winthrop, neither of them would ever back down. They’d rather go

wants to serve time? Let him

aren’t you going to tell

always this talkative?” Evander tapped his watch, his expression darkening. “Maybe I’m not giving you

silent, biting back

an asshole, she

Meanwhile, at the precinct.

with six or seven other inmates. As soon as the officers left, a heavily tattooed man eyed Hiram

“Who’s asking?”

the man’s hostile glare,

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