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Regret Novel 217

Chapter 217

Evander took a slow sip of his soup, watching her for a reaction. When she

remained unmoved, he asked, “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”

She snapped out of her thoughts, closed the container, and shook her head. “No, it’s really good. Thank you.”

He frowned slightly, his voice gentle. “You don’t have to be so polite with me.”

Just then, his phone rang.

It was Tricia’s nanny.

He declined the call, but she immediately phoned again.

He picked up, his tone curt. “What is it?”

“Sir! Miss Winthrop tried to take her own life!”

The nanny’s voice wasn’t loud, but in the quiet living room, Charlotte heard everything.

Tricia attempted suicide? Charlotte found that hard to believe.

Evander fell silent, glancing over at Charlotte.

smile.

her eyes with a complicated look. “I’ll handle things as quickly

jacket, slipped it on,

She picked up her phone and

Evander arrived at Tricia’s apartment, the nanny was a mess–white

sprawled in the bathtub, one arm dangling over the edge, her wrist bleeding freely,

shouting for the nanny to bring the

nanny scrambled to find it. Evander pressed his hand over Tricia’s wound to stem the bleeding, trying

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bandage with blood–soaked fingers and tied it tightly around her wrist. “Don’t talk like that.

I remember… when we were kidnapped,

mind went blank, a jumble of

expression darkening. “What

remember when we were kidnapped. Evander, even if I could live that day over again, I wouldn’t regret saving you.” Her voice was faint. “I know I’m not good enough for you anymore. These ten years of

those words, her head lolled to the side and she passed

Evander scooped her out of the tub,

Hospital corridor.

a bench, his face etched with

handbag in tow, clearly frantic.

sight of his bloodstained hands. “Why are

“It’s not mine.”