Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 138

The hatred burning in her eyes made Evander’s chest feel as if it were stuffed with wet wool–heavy, suffocating.

For several tense minutes, neither spoke. At last, he loosened his grip on her wrist and said quietly, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know the ambulance would be late.”

He, who always carried himself with such pride, was apologizing–explaining himself. But it was all too late.

Charlotte’s eyes were rimmed red; a metallic taste rose in her throat, and she let out a bitter laugh. “Chest pain and strokes get priority in emergencies. You really didn’t know that?”

“A kid falls from the second floor–over six feet up–and you think he can afford to wait even a few minutes for an ambulance? Did we really have to fight for time with a heart attack patient? Those few minutes were his only shot. And you just stole them from us.”

She was trembling uncontrollably, breath coming in short gasps. The room spun, black spots dancing at the edge of her vision; it felt like she might faint at any

moment.

Evander’s heart clenched. He pulled her into his arms. “Charlotte-!”

“Get away from me!” She shoved him back, and in the same instant, consciousness slipped away. She collapsed to the floor, and the last thing she heard was his desperate voice calling her name.

It was nearly five in the morning at the end of July, and dawn had begun to seep through the windows.

When Charlotte opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was the IV drip hanging by the bed. The familiar decor and the sharp tang of disinfectant told her she was in the Howard family’s private hospital.

“You’re awake.”

was low

her head. Evander was sitting on the sofa by the window, legs crossed, a magazine in his lap. His suit jacket hung over the back of the

watched over her like this,

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Chapter 138

deeply moved. But now, it meant

reaching out to gently push her back down. He stood

died. By the time she’d made it back to Tranquility Manor, she’d felt on the verge

was sharp. “I just need to use the bathroom, is that

pole. Charlotte pushed his hand away. “I don’t need

IV herself and walked to

rehung the IV bottle, and lay back down as if he

on her face. “What do

“Nothing.”

I’m so sorry about your father. But your health belongs to you. I can’t watch you

at him coldly. “I don’t want

rolled onto her side, turning her back to

there in silence for a moment, then picked up his suit jacket.

me, call.”

shut her eyes, refusing

left, closing the door quietly behind