Cold husband burning regret

Regret Novel 222

Chapter 222

It was the first time Evander had ever lost his temper with her. In his eyes now, there wasn’t a trace of patience left.

A nurse, drawn by the commotion, pushed open the door. She glanced at the shattered vase on the floor but only asked if they were all right.

Evander’s voice was cool and even. “We’re fine. It was just an accident. Please, go on with your work.”

Once the nurse had left, Evander turned away from Tricia without so much as a glance. “Hans is innocent. I promised to see he recovers, and I won’t go back on my word. As for you, I won’t meddle in your affairs again, nor will we meet. And as for being Mrs. Howard… that’s never going to happen.”

He stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

“Evander-!” Tricia scrambled from the bed, but the moment her foot landed on a shard of glass, pain shot through her. She lost her balance and crashed to the floor.

She pressed her hands against the cold tiles, knuckles whitening as she clenched her fists. Her eyes, rimmed red, burned with hatred.

She had seriously underestimated Charlotte.

At that moment, Charlotte was anxiously waiting at the airport.

Fifteen minutes later, a private ambulance from Vandermere Medical and Wesley’s car arrived at the terminal. The airport medical staff quickly approached to take

over.

When Charlotte saw Hiram safely handed over to the airport medics, she finally allowed herself to breathe.

Wesley stepped out of the car and walked over. “Once you get to Riverspire City, don’t forget to give me a call.”

Charlotte shook her head, then hesitated. “And please tell my godmother I’ll be waiting

He smiled. “Of course.”

watch. “Wesley,

He waved her off.

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Chapter 222

picked up her suitcase, said her goodbyes, and followed the medical

she glanced out the window and took a

last, she was

him off and

opened his door to step out, and a woman from the other

going on?” Wesley

turned. “Mr. Rayburn, I

across at

striding straight toward Wesley.

smile. “Mr. Howard, I’m not sure what

window frame, his tall figure bending slightly so his eyes met Wesley’s. “Security footage shows your people picked her up yesterday. She’s my wife. You’d

met his gaze, unflinching. “You’re mistaken, Mr. Howard. I did send someone to pick her up, but that was at her request. I only knew she needed a ride.

but there was a chill

patience.”

don’t know where she is. And besides, she

silent,

go now?” Wesley raised

straightened without

got back in the car, and