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

fired off several smug, thinly veiled threat texts and waited half an hour, but Charlotte still hadn’t replied. Even so, she was in

phone rang. Mrs.

tell you not to contact me unless it was

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

something was wrong. “What are you talking about, Mrs. Fontaine? Where are

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

her fury, then hung up

stunned and pale, as if she’d just seen

swung open and Evander entered–calm, but his eyes were cold and

Tricia forced a smile, trying to steady her nerves. He glanced dispassionately at

up, she tried to steer the conversation,

that child–no matter what resentment he might hold against her, it would fade with time. He’d loved her so much

on the

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“Did you send

phone. “No… not at all, Evander. Why

locking silently

He’d known her for years, shared his life with her–but now he wondered

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