Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 158

Chapter 158

After her husband’s death, Rachel realized the only person she could truly rely on now was her daughter. She desperately wanted Charlotte to find her birth parents, yet at the same time, she was terrified Charlotte might leave her behind if she did. The thought made her feel horribly selfish.

A pang of shame crept over Rachel.

Charlotte, oblivious to her mother’s inner turmoil, continued chatting. “You know, Mr. Rayburn actually saved my life once. I passed out from heat exhaustion on the street, and he was the one who took me to the hospital. If not for him, I might’ve ended up as roadkill.”

Rachel paused, then managed a smile. “That sounds like fate.” But her smile faded as another thought struck her. “If only I could have that kind of luck, to run into my own daughter. After all these years, I have no idea where she is, or how she’s doing.”

Picking up on her mother’s sadness, Charlotte stood and moved to her side. “Mom, do you actually want to find her?”

“There isn’t a moment that goes by when I don’t,” Rachel sighed. “But I don’t even know what she looks like now.”

Charlotte nervously licked her lips. Rachel’s biological daughter, the one who’d been

sold

away, couldn’t be much older than herself. If she could help her mother find her, wouldn’t that be a wonderful thing?

“Mom, when you had her, did you leave her with anything? Maybe a keepsake, or does she have any birthmarks?”

Rachel fell silent for a few seconds, eyes dropped. “All I remember is a little red birthmark on her wrist.”

At noon, Charlotte returned to the hospital.

As she passed the reception desk, a nurse called out to her. She turned, just as the nurse handed her a bouquet of blue roses. “Dr. Sterling, Mr. Pembroke asked me to give these to you.”

“Oh my gosh, Dr. Sterling! Is Mr. Pembroke trying to win you over?” Another nurse joined in, her eyes bright with envy.

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sent her flowers again. It wasn’t as if she could refuse, so she accepted them,

bouquet was a card and a small velvet

was stamped with

In Jonathan’s familiar handwriting, it read:

exactly the sort

knew she wasn’t divorced

folded, Tricia watched the whole scene unfold, a self–satisfied smile on her lips. An

message.

hospital, she spotted Jonathan waiting outside,

then

“I’m sorry about today.

She blinked. “They weren’t?”

from a friend,” Jonathan said, his eyes flashing cold for a second before he composed

to Mr. Howard. If I made a scene sending you flowers in public, I wouldn’t care

said it all, not for himself,

always saw respect and care in Jonathan–he was the type of man who

first, maybe… she

You always think

“You’re not upset?”

shook her head. “You explained.

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stared at her, almost in disbelief, his voice rough.