Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 150

Charlotte ignored Evander’s burning gaze and walked straight to Winston. “Mr. Rivers, I’ve never been one to prove my abilities with words. Whether you believe in me or not is your choice. But if you choose to trust me, I won’t let you down.”

Winston faltered for a moment, perhaps realizing how he’d behaved earlier. Lowering his head in front of everyone, he murmured, “Miss Sterling, I apologize for doubting you before.” When he looked up again, his expression was grave. “You really are everything Dr. Chase said–a brilliant physician. No, I dare say, a born prodigy.”

“You’re too kind.”

Winston exchanged a few words with Tricia, then stayed by his wife’s side as she was wheeled to her room.

Inside the surgical department, praise for Charlotte was everywhere, drowning out the earlier rumors and negativity about her as if they had never existed.

Tricia watched as Evander’s eyes stayed fixed on Charlotte, who was now surrounded by colleagues. Her hand clenched involuntarily.

All those efforts to smear Charlotte’s reputation–all undone just because she pulled off this surgery.

“Evander, Tricia said in a small voice, “I was wrong about Charlotte. It’s my fault…” She turned toward Charlotte, forcing herself to continue, “I was only thinking of the hospital’s reputation. If the surgery had failed, everyone’s job would have been on the line. Thankfully, it all went well and nothing disastrous happened.”

Charlotte looked at her with cold indifference, saying nothing.

us the act,” one of the resident doctors scoffed, unable to hold back. “If Dr. Sterling hadn’t caught the problem with the anesthesia, the police would

was wrong with the

nearby doctor asked,

Director Winthrop. She knows all

in the

furrowed, his

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but she forced herself to stay calm. “I–1 don’t know what you’re talking about. Surely there’s been

misunderstanding?”

would have seen it. But you told Nurse Wendy to fetch

resident wasn’t holding anything back, nearly shouting in Tricia’s

accusations swirling around her, Tricia looked as if she might collapse under the weight of everyone’s judgment. Her grip loosened, and her eyes brimmed with tears. “I never saw the chart–I swear, I didn’t know Mrs. Rivers was allergic to propofol. Someone must be trying to set

have

over Wendy, who looked nervous as she shuffled into the room. “Tell us exactly what Director Winthrop said to you when she asked

froze the moment she saw