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Regret 115 The next morning, Charlotte stepped out of the living room and saw Lana clearing away last night's dinner. As Lana scraped food into the trash, she grumbled, "Such a nice meal and no one touched it! This heat, and it all goes to waste!" Charlotte pressed her lips together.

She had cooked that dinner herself, even messaged Evander to let him know.

But he hadn't chome.

Clearly, what happened yesterday had really gotten to him.

Lana finished tidying up and glanced up. "You're up already, ma'am?" She hesitated, then gestured to the leftovers. "About this dinner..." Charlotte managed a small smile. “I made it for him. Thought he'd cback." "Mr. Howard's probably just tied up at work." Lana paused, then brightened as an idea struck her. "Why don't you bring him sbreakfast? You always used to make breakfast for him yourself!" Charlotte agreed.

She quickly put together a simple breakfast, packed it up, and headed to Howard Enterprises.

After yesterday's events, everyone at reception recognized her. When she arrived, the receptionist greeted her warmly. "Are you here to see Mr. Howard?" Charlotte set the lunchbox on the counter. "Actually, could you give this to... Natalie, please?" The receptionist looked surprised, but nodded with a smile. "Of course." After Charlotte left, the receptionist handed the box to Natalie. "Miss Sterling dropped this off for you." Natalie frowned, puzzled.

Miss Sterling brought her a lunchbox? Then it clicked. The breakfast wasn't for her. It had to be for someone else. Was Miss Sterling changing her mind about something? Natalie brought the box to Evander's office. He stood by the window, deep in conversation on his phone. Chapter 115 When he finished, Natalie knocked. "Mr. Howard?" He turned, pocketing his phone. "Yes?" "Miss Sterling sent you breakfast." Evander's gaze fell on the box in her hands. His eyes narrowed.

She'd cooked dinner last night, and now breakfast this morning...

On the surface, it was just like all those pointless gestures she'd made before, but this time, it felt different.

She was serious now-at least when it cto Hiram.

His expression shuttered. "Just leave it there." Natalie set the box down. Suddenly, a child's cheerful voice rang from the hall. "Mr. Howard!" Hans bounded into the room, with Tricia close behind.

Evander's brow furrowed as he watched the boy hop over. "Didn't you hurt your knee? Why are you bouncing around?" Hans grinned. "But it doesn't hurt anymore! See, I can walk just fine!" Tricia took his little backpack. “The doctor said at the hospital it was just a bruise, remember? It'll heal quickly, and Hans is dying to go to the amusement park.” Hans grabbed Evander's hand eagerly. "You promised you'd take me, Mr. Howard!" Evander didn't have the heart to refuse. He nodded. “Alright." As Tricia set down Hans's bag, her eyes landed on the breakfast box. It wasn't from a deli or ordered in-someone had brought it.

She lifted the lid and saw homemade ham and egg fried rice.

Who made this? Was it Charlotte? Tricia tamped down the flicker of malice in her eyes and smiled sweetly at Evander. "Evander, Hans hasn't had breakfast yet. I noticed there's sfried rice here, but you never liked ham or those snacky things. Why not let Hans have it?" She'd known Evander for a decade-she knew exactly what he liked (and didn't).

Natalie just about rolled her eyes out of her head.

2/4 07:58 Chapter 115 She'd seen her share of schemers, but this was a whole new level.

Evander, meanwhile, was playing with Hans on the sofa. He barely looked rice is greasy and not exactly nutritious. Is it really suitable for a kid?" Tricia faltered, reaching for the box. "Well then, I'll just throw it out." "That's Natalie's." Natalie, "...." Tricia turned to look at her.

up. "Fried

Expressionless, Natalie picked up the box. "It's my breakfast just left it on Mr. Howard's desk. If I wanted to eat, I could make it myself, you know?" Not bothering to hide her disdain, she left the office with her breakfast.

Tricia bit her lip hard.

That bitch.

Did she really think being Evander's secretary made her better than everyone else? Let her wait-once Tricia becMrs. Howard, she'd make sure Natalie regretted every smug look.

Charlotte arrived at the private hospital and, as expected, was stopped before she could reach Hiram's room.

"Sorry, ma'am. We're just doing our job. Mr. Howard's orders." The bodyguard looked genuinely apologetic.

"Is someone taking care of him? Is he alright?"

The guard hesitated, then reassured her. "Don't worry. Mr. Howard M arranged for a professional nurse. Everything's being handled properly." Charlotte lowered her gaze, silent.

It didn't matter much to her. When the tcame, she'd simply walk away.

Once she and Evander divorced-and since she wasn't even a blood m relative of the Sterling family-Evander would have no reason to use Hiram against them. But then she thought of her mother, Rachel...

Charlotte pressed her lips together and sent Rachel a message, letting her know 3/4 07:59 Chapter 115 Hiram was doing well, so she wouldn't worry.

Just then, a flurry of messages lit up on the hospital staff group chat.

Photos had just been posted-Evander, Tricia, and Hans at the amusement park, smiling together.