Cold husband burning regret

Charlotte turned her gaze to the window. “You don’t need to explain. Whoever she is, I’m not interested.”

He responded with a quiet hum, as if he wanted to say more, but the metallic taste of blood rose in his mouth. Turning away, he covered his lips with a handkerchief and coughed.

Charlotte noticed, her brows knitting together, but she didn’t ask anything. Evander soon composed himself. “Where do you live? I’ll have Natalie drop you off on her way.”

“…That’s not necessary. I live nearby,” Charlotte replied, her eyes fixed on the handkerchief clenched in his hand before she looked away and

stepped out of the car.

Glancing back, she saw Evander watching her, a light, indifferent smile on

his face.

Charlotte pressed her lips together and walked off without another word.

Natalie climbed into the car, just in time to see Evander pulling out a few pills. She quickly handed him a bottle of water.

He swallowed the tablets and took a long drink.

Natalie hesitated, then said, “Mr. Howard, are you sure you don’t want to tell your wife about your condition?”

“There’s no need,” Evander replied, his gaze drifting to the window. His reflection in the glass was pale as paper. “Even if I died, she wouldn’t care. Telling her would only make things harder for myself.”

Natalie fell silent,

to the hotel. Downstairs, she ran

Stevenson hurried over the moment he

his knees.

out to help him up. “Mr. Donovan,

this in motion. Of

press charges against my daughter. She’s only twenty–her whole life is still

daughter’s sake and throwing aside his pride, Charlotte’s feelings grew

had to admit, in some ways, he

moment, she spoke softly. “I’m not concerned about her taking my place, but bribing someone to orchestrate a car

froze, lost for

“The law will decide her fate–it’s out of my hands. She’s an adult now; she has to answer for her choices. If you truly care about her, you’ll

there, dazed, seeming to age several years in an instant. Judd stepped forward. “Mr. Donovan, your daughter was an accomplice, not the mastermind. Even if she’s convicted, it’ll just be a few years. To be honest, prison

expression shifted,

do you really think the person behind all this will let her go? Would you rather bury your own child, or let her lose a few

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Stevenson fell silent.

in tow, looking as if he’d finally