Cold husband burning regret

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.

managed a calm smile.

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

jacket, slipped it

smile faded from Charlotte’s face. She picked up her phone and texted Lana, telling

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

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

over, shouting for the nanny

find it. Evander pressed his hand over Tricia’s wound

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“Evander… don’t save me. I deserve this…

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

when we were

moment, his mind went blank, a jumble of painful memories–both

stared at Tricia, his expression darkening. “What did you just

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

head lolled to

out of the tub, and

Hospital corridor.

bench, his face etched with

in, handbag in tow, clearly frantic.

then blanched at the sight of his bloodstained hands. “Why are you covered in blood?

“It’s not mine.”