Regret 161` At noon, Ilse accompanied her daughter Genevieve to Vandermere Private Hospital to visit Wesley. The hospital belonged to the Howard family, and nearly everyone who worked there recognized Genevieve as Miss Howard.
"Mrs. Jensen, Miss Genevieve," the front desk nurse greeted them warmly. “We don't usually see you two here. Is everything all right?" Genevieve lifted her chin with a practiced air of superiority. "My mother and I are here to visit Mr. Rayburn and Mrs. Rayburn." The nurse's smile grew a little strained. "Ah, Miss Genevieve, I'm afraid Mr. and Mrs. Rayburn just stepped out." "What?" Genevieve's expression soured as she turned to Ilse. "Mom, how could he do this? I told Wesley I'd be coming to see him. Is he avoidingon purpose?" She'd set her sights on Wesley the first tthey met.
No one else would do-she'd decided she would marry him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHer father happened to be interested in an alliance with the Rayburns as well. Though the Rayburn family hadn't given them a definite answer, Genevieve was certain: No one but her was worthy of Wesley.
Ilse frowned. "Honestly, darling, you're the Howard heiress. Can't you at least try to rein it in a little?" She knew her daughter better than anyone-after all, she'd raised her. This kind of temper was more than most men could handle, let alone someone with Wesley Rayburn's pedigree.
Genevieve dismissed her mother's concern with a toss of her hair. "I am the Howard heiress! Who else could possibly be a match for him?" She'd been born into privilege, silver spoon in hand, envied by all. She'd never had to want for anything-why should she start now? Ilse shook her head and turned back to the nurse with a polite smile. "Did Mr. and Mrs. Rayburn say where they were going?" The nurse shook her head, then hesitated as if she remembered something. "Actually, it wasn't just Mr. and Mrs. Rayburn. There was another woman with them. I heard Mr. Rayburn's assistant address her as Miss Sterling." Ilse hadn't responded yet, but Genevieve's face darkened instantly.
1/3 14:43 Miss Sterling? Who was this brazen woman daring to set her sights on Wesley? Meanwhile, Charlotte was accompanying Wesley and Mrs. Rayburn as they shopped in the mall downstairs. To ensure privacy for his mother, Wesley had reserved the entire third and fourth floors-only the bottom two remained open to the public.
Charlotte had chosen a delicate, high-collared blouse to hide the faint marks on her neck.
"Darling, clook at this!" Mrs. Rayburn pressed her face eagerly against the toy store window, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Let's buy it-our daughter will love it." "If f you see anything you like, please cin," the store manager said with enthusiasm, rushing out to welcthem. Clients who booked out entire floors were a rare breed, and he was all too eager to please.
Mrs. Rayburn hurried into the store, her excitement palpable.
Charlotte smiled and looked at Wesley. "You never seem to stop your mom from buying whatever catches her eye, do you?" She knew Wesley wasn't concerned about money, but most people would balk at lugging hthis many toys-it was almost wasteful.
"As long as she's happy, that's all that matters," Wesley said, watching his mother with a fond indulgence.
Charlotte laughed softly. "Your mom is lucky to have a son like you."
He grinned. "What can I say? If I ever let her down, my dad would never let my dad vhear the end of it." Charlotte was about to reply when a shrill voice rang out behind them. “Mr.
Rayburn, how could you be here with another woman-" Charlotte turned, and Genevieve froze in shock. "Why is it you?" "Why shouldn't it be?" Charlotte replied calmly.
Genevieve's fists clenched, her expression thunderous.
How could Charlotte be the woman with Wesley? Tricia had been right all along-this woman was two-timing her brother behind his back! 14.43 Chapter 161
"So that's how it is. You were just with Mr. Pembroke, now you're m tangled up with Mr. Raybum? Charlotte, you really are shameless! Is stealing other women's men your favorite hobby?" 3/3