RedNovelRegret 10 Charlotte pressed her lips together. If she remembered correctly, Evander knew her relationship with the Sterling family had always been strained.
She vividly recalled one particular year when Grandma Rosemary celebrated her birthday. Both of her parents attended, and her father drank far too much. He ended up saying things he shouldn't have.
She could still remember the look on the Howards' faces that night.
Trying to diffuse the situation, Charlotte stepped forward to calm her father, only for him to shove her aside.
She fell, shattering a wine glass, and slivers of glass sliced open her palm.
At the time, she hadn't blamed her father. He was drunk, after all-maybe it was just an accident.
But what she couldn't forgive was Evander, standing there watching, cold and detached.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBack then, he hadn't offered her a single word of comfort.
And now...
Now he cared to ask? Charlotte's gaze grew distant. "Is there even a point in asking?" He gave a short, derisive laugh. "Pathetic." Charlotte's fingers clenched tight, her face draining of color.
"You're Mrs. Howard, and you let someone hit you? What else would you call it?" Evander drained his glass in one swallow.
His words almost sounded like the admonition of a real husband-as if he 20151 Chapter 10 was saying that, as his wife, she shouldn't have to endure such humiliation.
But what did he know? Every bit of pain she felt-he was the one who brought it upon her.
Evander rose slowly and stopped in front of her. “I'm back. Did you want to talk about something tonight?" Charlotte's mind went momentarily blank.
Was he hearly tonight because of that phone call? Suppressing the strange feeling stirring in her chest, she was silent for several seconds. "Hiram is being held at the police station. I'd like you to help find him a legal team." She knew Evander cared about his reputation and wouldn't stick his neck out for something like this. So she didn't ask him to pull strings, just to get Hiram a lawyer-a more measured request.
She didn't think that was asking too much.
Evander studied her. "You're askingfor help?" "Yes." Afraid he'd refuse outright, Charlotte quickly added, "If you helpthis one last time, I'll agree to any condition-including a divorce." Evander's eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.
He seemed about to reply when, just then, his phone rang.
Charlotte glanced at his screen by accident.
It was Tricia.
Evander didn't step away-he answered right in front of her. "Yes?" His tone was nothing like the one he used with Charlotte.
"Evander, Hans isn't feeling well. He keeps asking for you. I don't know Chapter 10 what to do... Could you cover, please?" "I'll be right there." He hung up.
Charlotte's expression tightened. Seeing him about to leave, she blurted out, "Mr. Howard, can you at least consider my offer-" "We'll talk another day." Without a backward glance, Evander walked out.
Silence fell over the room.
A dull ache spread through Charlotte's chest.
She had to beg for his help, but all it took was one call from Tricia and he rushed to her side without hesitation.
When Evander arrived, Hans had already taken his medicine and was sleeping peacefully, his small hand wrapped tightly around Evander's fingers.
Tricia walked in carrying a bowl of soup. "Evander, I'm so sorry for om making you cover so fate. Hans you exek really likes you. Why don't you stay tonight?" She hoped his affection for the boy would make him stay.
Evander made sure Hans was sound asleep, then gently withdrew his hand withdrew his 14th and looked at Tricia. "It hire a nanny for you and Hans. It'll make things easier." Tricia's face fell. "Evander, that's not what I meant..."
He stood, his tone cool and measured. "You're a single mother.coming by so bitem isn't appropriate. Hans is better now-get srest." Chapter 10 He barely paused as he left.
Tricia gripped the soup bowl, her expression turning sour as she glared at the child in bed. "Useless little brat!" She slammed the door behind her.
The little boy in bed hadn't really been asleep. He opened his eyes, red-rimmed and glistening with tears, curling up tightly beneath the covers.
He'd done exactly what his mother asked-taken a cold bath to make himself sick, all in the hope that Mr. Howard would stay.
So why wasn't Mom happy with him? 4/4
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