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,

hotel. Downstairs, she

hurried over the moment he saw her,

his knees.

to help him up. “Mr. Donovan,

was greed–mine–that set all this in motion. Of the eight hundred thousand, there’s still seven hundred left; I haven’t touched a cent. I’ll return it all to Mr. Howard, and even if it takes the rest of my days, I’ll pay back the other hundred thousand

my daughter. She’s only twenty–her whole

sob and kneel, begging for his daughter’s sake and throwing aside his pride, Charlotte’s feelings

to admit, in some ways, he really

about her taking my place, but bribing someone to orchestrate

froze, lost

now; she has to answer for her choices.

accomplice, not the mastermind. Even if she’s convicted, it’ll just be a few years. To be honest, prison might be the safest place

shifted, “You

behind all this will let her go? Would you

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Stevenson fell silent.

in tow, looking as if he’d finally made

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