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.

grinning. “Sister–in–law, you have such

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do

Charlotte paused, surprise

we’ve met. How do you know I

seen the photo

Charlotte blinked. “Photo albums?”

my brother. In

at every family gathering. Back then, she knew Evander didn’t love her. How could she have managed to smile in those moments, knowing how alone she

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

that, Charlotte’s expression

room, 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, her face radiant and real, a contrast so

creaked open. He shut

She went to the window, folded her arms, and sat down. “Your bodyguards took my bag and my ID. Do you

smile touched his lips as he glanced at her. “You could always call Wesley to pick you up. He’s a Rayburn. Maybe my parents would return your things out of

daughter–in–law. If the Rayburns came to get me, it

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