Cold husband burning regret

Chapter 371

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Genevieve stamped her foot in frustration when the bodyguard stayed silent. She shouted toward the hospital room, “Evan! I’m your little sister! What did I do to make you so mad at me?”

A mocking voice echoed down the corridor. “Well, look who it is–the Howard family’s princess herself! What’s wrong, Gen? Never thought your brother would lock you out one day, huh?”

Genevieve spun around when she heard Lilith’s voice. She shot a glance at Charlotte, then glared at Lilith. “Why are you so pleased with yourself? He’s your brother, too!”

Lilith smirked, her expression all mischief. “True, but he didn’t lock me out, did he?”

“You-”

“I told you before, you get away with anything just because you’re a Howard. Looks like even your brother’s had enough of you.”

Genevieve’s eyes flashed with anger. She clenched her purse tightly and turned on her heel, striding away.

Charlotte watched her go, then turned to Lilith, who was practically glowing with satisfaction. “You and Genevieve don’t get along, do you?”

Lilith scoffed, not even bothering to hide her distaste. “Why would I? When I was a kid visiting the city, she’d always pick on me just because she was a Howard. Everyone thinks she’s the golden girl of the family, but honestly, she barely has any real friends. She acts like a spoiled princess and expects everyone to cater to her. If her last name wasn’t Howard, someone would’ve knocked some sense into her a long time ago.”

Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh.

you

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do

Charlotte paused, surprise

met. How do you know

the photo

Charlotte blinked. “Photo albums?”

my brother. In all those pictures,

photos at every family gathering. Back then, she knew Evander didn’t love

I recognized you because I saw your pictures with my cousin,” Lilith

Charlotte’s expression tightened ever so

Evander slipped a photograph between the pages of his book, pulling it out now and then to look at it. It was the only photo he had with Charlotte–him unsmiling and distant,

creaked open. He shut the book. “I

see what he was looking at. She went to the window, folded her arms, and

as he glanced at her. “You could always call Wesley to pick you up. He’s a Rayburn. Maybe my parents would return

came to get me, it would look like the Howards were making concessions, and the gossip would be all about how I’m a terrible daughter–in–law, causing trouble the minute I was accepted back into

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