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Regret Novel 172

Evander watched her calmly, but there was a flicker of something more. complicated in his eyes.

Tricia realized she’d let her emotions get the better of her. She released her grip on his arm and tried to explain herself. “That’s not what I meant, Evander. I’m just worried-”

“What exactly are you worried about, here in the Howard family?” he cut in, frowning.

Tricia faltered, unable to meet his gaze.

Linette glanced at Tricia with a look that seemed to see right through her. “Miss Winthrop, it’s already generous of the Howard family to let your child stay here for a while. Did you really expect the lady of the house and the young master to help you raise your son?”

After a pause, she added pointedly, “He’s not a Howard, after all.”

The words struck Tricia like a blow, draining all color from her face.

Linette then took Hans’s hand. The boy shrank back, clearly nervous, but when Evander placed a reassuring palm on his head, Hans relaxed and let Linette lead him away.

After they’d left, Tricia drew a shaky breath and forced a smile. “Evander, thank you for looking after Hans.”

Evander adjusted his suit jacket and gave the briefest nod.

For three whole days, Charlotte didn’t see Evander at all. It was obvious he was spending time with that mother and son.

That morning, she had a minor surgery scheduled and arrived at the hospital by seven, stopping at the nurses‘ station to check a patient’s CT scans.

flipping through a chart. Spotting Charlotte, she deliberately crossed her path and spoke with a hint of provocation. “Hans is staying with Evander at

could move

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smile froze. She said

her and gathered her files, heading off

was finished, it was already noon. As she scrubbed the blood from her

to the restroom, barely making it before she emptied her stomach into the toilet,

outside the door and knocked.

flushed the toilet, her stomach roiling.

assistant took one look at her pale face and asked, “You don’t look well. Are

her stomach and frowning. She did have a touch of gastritis, but nothing serious, and she’d always been

her diet.

a memory flashed through her mind–a possibility that made a cold

taken her pills last

by some

face go ghostly white, her fingers curling tight. With the

east entrance and bought a pregnancy test. As she left, passing through the parking lot, she caught sight of Evander’s Rolls–Royce