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Regret Novel 198

There wasn’t enough evidence to prove attempted murder. Soon enough, the police station released them.

As Tricia stepped out into the sunlight, she spotted Evander standing by his car, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. White smoke curled around his face, half–shrouding the stormy look he wore.

“Evander…” Tricia’s eyes were red, shimmering with tears. “I never imagined something like this would happen. I’m so scared…”

“What were you doing at Vandermere Private Hospital?” He flicked the ash from his cigarette, his gaze as sharp as a blade.

Her face stiffened. “I… I was just there for Genevieve. I wanted to talk to Mr. Rayburn about her. And I happened to run into a nurse friend, so we chatted for a

while.”

He frowned. “Genevieve and Wesley’s situation isn’t something you should meddle

in.”

“Evander, are you blaming me?”

“Every single thing about Charlotte seems to involve you.” Evander exhaled a long plume of smoke, eyes dark and unreadable. “Tricia, sometimes I have to wonder–were you involved?”

Tricia flinched, grabbing his arm in desperation. “Evander, I wasn’t!” she cried. “Just because Hiram once kidnapped me, and I happened to be there when her father had the heart attack, now you think I’m responsible for her mother’s death too?”

“If I really wanted her dead, why would I make sure everyone knew I was there? I was trying to save her! We could’ve held on until help arrived, but–she let go of our hands.” Tricia’s voice broke. In that moment, her fear was real, her panic genuine.

Evander’s brow furrowed, but before he could reply, his phone rang. It was the

hospital.

your wife… she’s not in her

Sliding into the car, he gave Tricia a brief look.

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watched the car pull away, her rigid expression finally easing, if

Ten

each other,

never used to be

at the funeral home. An attendant led Charlotte to her

stared at the obvious stitches along Rachel’s face. Her nose prickled with

mortician had spent six painstaking hours

as she

could see herself now, she’d be devastated. Thank you for what you’ve done,” Charlotte murmured, reaching out to touch her mother’s hand. It was soft,

cotton.

mortician spoke quietly, “We do our best to help

with her for a while.

nodded.

When she finally stepped out of

her. Since the news about

out her palm. Sunlight slipped through the gaps between buildings, landing in her hand–visible, but impossible to hold. “I barely had time to know what a mother’s love

chest tightened with