Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 171

It wasn’t until Evander appeared in the doorway that Hans finally quieted down. The frail little boy was curled up under the covers, his face pale as he shrank away from anyone who tried to get close.

“Hans, look, Mr. Howard’s come to see you,” Tricia coaxed gently.

She reached out to ruffle his hair, but Hans dodged her touch, turning instead and flinging himself into Evander’s arms.

For a fleeting second, Tricia’s expression stiffened, but she quickly covered it with a helpless smile. “Hans has been having some episodes,” she explained. “He won’t let me or the bodyguards near him.”

Evander stood by the bed, letting Hans cling to him, though a faint frown creased

his brow.

Hans held onto him in silence, refusing to let go.

After a while, Evander gently grasped his small, narrow shoulders, bending down so they were eye to eye. His voice was calm and reassuring. “Hans, don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Hans blinked, as if surfacing from a fog, and gave a small nod, though his eyes were still clouded with uncertainty about what lay ahead.

Tricia moved to his side. “Evander, ever since the fall, Hans has become so withdrawn. He doesn’t even want me close anymore. But I never expected he’d still trust you this much.”

a trace of reproach. “You’re his mother.

a nervous jolt. She clenched her hands, swallowing her frustration. “I wish I knew why. Maybe

said nothing, his gaze fixed on Hans lying in

wasted away, leaving him thinner than most children his age. Tricia, on the other hand, was as impeccably dressed and energetic as ever. With all her resources,

not to wonder just how well

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uneasy, as if she feared he might see straight through her. “Evander, I admit I’ve

before finally speaking. “Tricia, is it true that Hans was pushed off the balcony

cameras had just happened to be out of order, and there

clouding with wounded indignation. “Why are you asking me that?

dare ask for details, didn’t dare

Hans’s hair, his voice softer than before. “Hans, can you

of color as the memory surfaced. He glanced nervously at his mother, clenching his shirt in his

felt a swell

was her son–obedient