Regret Novel 221

Tricia had fired off several smug, thinly veiled threat texts and waited half an hour, but Charlotte still hadn’t replied. Even so, she was in high spirits–her goal was accomplished, after all.

Just then, her phone rang. Mrs. Fontaine was calling.

Tricia answered with a touch of impatience. “Didn’t I tell you not to contact me unless it was urgent?”

“Director Winthrop, you’ve ruined me!” Mrs. Fontaine’s voice was sharp and accusatory, stripped of all previous deference. “You said Mr. Howard wouldn’t care even if he found out I went after the Sterlings, remember? Look how that turned out! The Fontaines have cut me off, and now my husband wants a divorce! I must have been out of my mind to listen to your nonsense!”

Tricia’s expression froze as she realized something was wrong. “What are you talking about, Mrs. Fontaine? Where are you right now?”

“Where could I be? Mr. Howard confronted me just yesterday! I can’t stand living like this–always looking over my shoulder! Don’t contact me again. I’ve had enough of your delusions and self–importance. You’re nothing but bad luck!”

Mrs. Fontaine vented her fury, then hung up abruptly.

Tricia stood rooted to the spot, stunned and pale, as if she’d just seen a ghost.

The door to the hospital room swung open and Evander entered–calm, but his eyes were cold and dark.

“Evander… what brings you here?” Tricia forced a smile, trying to steady her nerves. He glanced dispassionately at the phone she was trying to hide. “Who was that on the phone?”

She lowered her eyes, feigning casualness. “Just a friend, checking in after hearing I was in the hospital.” Looking up, she tried to steer the conversation, “Evander, I haven’t seen Hans in a while. I miss him. Once I’m discharged, I’d like to spend a few days with him.”

After all, Hans was still her last trump card. Evander adored that child–no matter what resentment he might hold against her, it would fade with time. He’d loved her so much once.

Evander’s gaze shifted to the bouquet on the nightstand. He idly ran a finger over

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Chapter 221

Chapter 221

half an hour, but Charlotte still hadn’t replied. Even so, she was

her phone rang. Mrs.

I tell you not to contact me unless

voice was sharp and accusatory, stripped of all previous deference. “You said Mr. Howard wouldn’t care even if he found out I went after the Sterlings, remember?

expression froze as she realized something was wrong. “What are you talking

yesterday! I can’t stand living like this–always looking over my

her fury, then hung

to the spot, stunned and pale, as if she’d just

swung open and

trying to steady her nerves. He glanced dispassionately at the phone she was trying to hide. “Who was that

I was in the hospital.” Looking up, she tried to steer the conversation, “Evander, I haven’t seen Hans in a while. I miss him. Once I’m discharged, I’d like to spend a few

last trump card. Evander adored that child–no matter what resentment he might hold against her, it would

shifted to the bouquet on the

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send Charlotte

her phone. “No… not

eyes narrowed, locking

though the woman in front of him was a stranger. He’d known her for years, shared his life with her–but now he wondered if he’d ever truly known her

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