RedNovelRegret 172 Evander watched her calmly, but there was a flicker of something more. complicated in his eyes.
Tricia realized she'd let her emotions get the better of her. She released her grip on his arm and tried to explain herself. "That's not what I meant, Evander. I'm just worried-" "What exactly are you worried about, here in the Howard family?" he cut in, frowning.
Tricia faltered, unable to meet his gaze.
Linette glanced at Tricia with a look that seemed to see right through her. "Miss Winthrop, it's already generous of the Howard family to let your child stay here for a while. Did you really expect the lady of the house and the young master to help you raise your son?" After a pause, she added pointedly, "He's not a Howard, after all.” The words struck Tricia like a blow, draining all color from her face.
Linette then took Hans's hand. The boy shrank back, clearly nervous, but when Evander placed a reassuring palm on his head, Hans relaxed and let Linette lead him away.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAfter they'd left, Tricia drew a shaky breath and forced a smile. "Evander, thank you for looking after Hans." Evander adjusted his suit jacket and gave the briefest nod.
For three whole days, Charlotte didn't see Evander at all. It was obvious he was spending twith that mother and son.
That morning, she had a minor surgery scheduled and arrived at the hospital by seven, stopping at the nurses' station to check a patient's CT scans.
Tricia emerged from her office, flipping through a chart. Spotting Charlotte, she deliberately crossed her path and spoke with a hint of provocation. “Hans is staying with Evander at the Howard estate now, Dr. Sterling. You don't mind having a child around, do you?" Charlotte glanced at her coolly. "You could move your whole family into the Howard house and I still wouldn't mind." 1/2 14-16 Chapter 172 Tricia's smile froze. She said nothing more.
Charlotte ignored her and gathered her files, heading off to surgery.
By the tthe operation was finished, it was already noon. As she scrubbed the blood from her gloves, a wave of nausea hit her-something that never used to happen after surgery.
She peeled off her gloves and hurried to the restroom, barely making it before she emptied her stomach into the toilet, losing her entire breakfast.
Her surgical assistant, hearing the noise, stopped outside the door and knocked. "Dr. Sterling, are you alright?" Charlotte flushed the toilet, her stomach roiling. “I'm fine," she managed.
It took her a while to compose herself and step outside. The assistant took one look at her pale face and asked, "You don't look well. Are you overworked?" "Maybe," Charlotte replied, pressing a hand to her stomach and frowning. She did have a touch of gastritis, but nothing serious, and she'd always been careful with her diet.
Suddenly, a memory flashed through her mind-a possibility that made a cold sweat break out down her back. No, it couldn't be... She'd taken her pills last month, she was sure of it.
But what if, by sunhappy chance...? The thought made her face go ghostly white, her fingers curling tight. With the divorce looming, the last thing she needed was to be pregnant with his child.
During her break, Charlotte slipped out to the pharmacy by the hospital's east entrance and bought a pregnancy test. As she left, passing through the parking lot, she caught sight of Evander's Rolls-Royce parked nearby.
She froze, stuffing the test deep into her coat pocket.
The back window rolled down slowly, revealing Evander's face sfacehalf-shadowed his eyes locked on hers. His gaze flicked past her, noting the pharmacy behind. "Picking up medicine?" His tone was neutral, but his eyes were sharp.
Charlotte kept her face impassive and nodded. "My stomach's been bothering me." His gaze felt like a scalpel, as if he could see straight through her.
She pushed her hands deeper into her pockets, fighting the urge to fidget. "I should 2/3 14:46 Chapter 172 get back to work."
Evander's lips curled in the faintest of smiles. "Professor Aldridge arrives tonight, just in tfor the dinner meeting. You'll cwith me.” "Alright," Charlotte agreed.
He watched her walk away, thoughtful. After a long pause, he told the driver calmly "Go to the pharmacy. Find out what she bought."
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