RedNovelRegret 195 Jonathan hesitated for a moment, then declined the call.
"Not answering?" Charlotte asked, puzzled, though she had no idea who was trying to reach him.
He gave a small smile and slipped his phone back into his pocket. "Probably just a telemarketer." But as the phone began to vibrate again, Jonathan gripped it tightly, conflicted and uneasy.
He knew he couldn't answer.
The more Rachel trusted him, the more kindness she showed, the softer his heart would becwhen it cto her and her daughter.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWhat he needed was Evander's weakness-not to create one of his own.
Even if, perhaps, he really was starting to care about Charlotte.
But when it cdown to family or Charlotte, he would always choose family.
They didn't stay together long before parting ways.
Charlotte had just climbed into her car when her phone rang. It was Rachel.
"Why isn't Jonathan answering my calls? I've tried several times. Is he busy?" Rachel's voice held a note of concern.
Charlotte paused. "When did you call him?” "About ten minutes ago." Charlotte suddenly remembered Jonathan's earlier gesture, declining that call. She'd even asked him, “Why aren't you picking up?" "I'm still with Hiram. I was just thinking, if Jonathan wasn't busy, maybe he could givea ride. Do you think I'm bothering him, always asking for help?" Hearing her mother's words, Charlotte felt a sharp pang in her chest.
After Xavier passed away, Jonathan had helped them so much. To her mother, he was almost like a son. But Charlotte realized that, to Jonathan, they were just outsiders-barely even distant relatives.
If he chose to help, it was out of kindness, not obligation. He didn't owe them 1/3 15.11 Chapter 195 anything.
Pressing her lips together, Charlotte thought maybe she'd been naïve. In this world, outside of your parents, no one is truly bound to help you without conditions.
She snapped out of her thoughts. “Mom, Jonathan's really busy. We shouldn't trouble him with our problems anymore." Rachel heard the subtle shift in her daughter's tone and her face fell, disappointment flickering in her expression. "All right, if you say so." "How about I cpick you up in a bit?" Rachel managed a small smile. "That'd be wonderful, honey." After hanging up, Rachel tried to pull herself together. She went to fetch shot water to wipe down Hiram, only to find the kettle empty.
She carried the kettle out into the hallway, but as she approached the staff lounge, she overheard a familiar voice: "Why are there security guards posted outside Hiram's room? Did Evander arrange that?" A second woman replied, "No, that was Mr. Rayburn's doing." "Mr. Rayburn?" The first woman let out a cold laugh. "Charlotte really knows how to play her cards, doesn't she? Not only does she have Mr. Pembroke wrapped around her finger, she's got Mr. Rayburn helping her too. Too bad she has no idea that Mr. Pembroke is actually working for me. That idiot thinks she can use him to investigate me? What a joke!" Rachel's face went deathly pale. Her hand tightened around the kettle handle as she gently pushed open the lounge door.
Inside stood two women.
One was a nurse. The other-Tricia.
Tricia was examining her perfectly manicured nails, the polish gleaming under the fluorescent lights. "Hiram's practically a vegetable, isn't he? I can't get in myself, so you'll have to handle it." The nurse looked terrified. "Miss Winthrop, if anyone finds out, I'll go to prison!"
"You won't. All you have to do is inject a little bit of the beta blocker each day. Nothing will happen right away. By the tanyone notices heart failure, dozens of nurses will have been in and out of that room. I'll make sure Mr. Pembroke finds someone else to take the fall." 15:11 Chapter 195 "If I can get rid of Hiram, I'll finally teach Charlotte what happens when you cross me- Bang! The door slammed open.
Tricia and the nurse spun around, their faces draining of color at the sight of Rachel.
Especially Tricia. "You-how did you-"
Rachel's whole body shook with rage, her eyes rimmed red. "Not just my husband, but my son too-was ind out my it you? Tricia, how could you be so cruel? How could you do something like this?"
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