RedNovelRegret 217 Chapter 217 Evander took a slow sip of his soup, watching her for a reaction. When she remained unmoved, he asked, "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" She snapped out of her thoughts, closed the container, and shook her head. "No, it's really good. Thank you." He frowned slightly, his voice gentle. "You don't have to be so polite with me.” Just then, his phone rang.
It was Tricia's nanny.
He declined the call, but she immediately phoned again.
He picked up, his tone curt. "What is it?" "Sir! Miss Winthrop tried to take her own life!" The nanny's voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet living room, Charlotte heard everything.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTricia attempted suicide? Charlotte found that hard to believe.
Evander fell silent, glancing over at Charlotte.
She managed a calm smile. "Go. I'll be fine." "Charlotte." He hesitated, then met her eyes with a complicated look. "I'll handle things as quickly as I can. Wait for me." He grabbed his suit jacket, slipped it on, and left.
As the door clicked shut behind him, the smile faded from Charlotte's face. She picked up her phone and texted Lana, telling her to take the next couple of days off.
When Evander arrived at Tricia's apartment, the nanny was a mess-white as a sheet and frantically calling for an ambulance.
He strode into the bathroom and saw Tricia sprawled in the bathtub, one arm dangling over the edge, her wrist bleeding freely, staining the water red.
"Tricia!" Evander rushed over, shouting for the nanny to bring the first-aid kit.
Snapping out of her panic, the nanny scrambled to find it. Evander pressed his hand over Tricia's wound to stem the bleeding, trying to keep her conscious.
1/3 12:39 Chapter 217 Tricia's eyes fluttered open. "Evander... don't save me. I deserve this... Please, look after Hans for me." The nanny returned with the kit. Evander tore a strip of bandage with blood-soaked fingers and tied it tightly around her wrist. "Don't talk like that. The doctor's almost here." "Evander, I remember... when we were kidnapped, years ago." The word "kidnapped” hit him like a blow. For a moment, his mind went blank, a jumble of painful memories- both foreign and familiar-flooding in, making his head throb.
He stared at Tricia, his expression darkening. "What did you just say?" "I said, I remember when we were kidnapped. Evander, even if I could live that day over again, I wouldn't regret saving you." Her voice was faint. "I know I'm not good enough for you anymore. These ten years of love-I'm giving them back." With those words, her head lolled to the side and she passed out.
"Tricia! Tricia!" Evander scooped her out of the tub, and just then, the nanny returned with the paramedics. Hospital corridor.
Evander sat on a bench, his face etched with worry.
Soon, Miranda rushed in, handbag in tow, clearly frantic. "Evander!" She hurried to his side, then blanched at the sight of his bloodstained hands. "Why are you covered in blood? What happened?" "It's not mine." "Then whose is it?" "Tricia's."
Miranda was momentarily speechless. Her initial panic up.
evaporated, and she straightened "So that woman's hurt, and you calledhere for that? I thought something had happened to you!"
"Mom, was I ever kidnapped?" Evander's brow furrowed deeply. "Why can't remember anything about it?" Miranda froze. "You... why would you ask that?"
"So it's true." Evander let out a short, hollow laugh. "There are things I've forgotten, 2/3 12.30 Chapter 217 aren't there?" "Evander, did you... did you remember something?" He leaned against the wall, eyes clouded. "Something like that." Fragments of memory that didn't seem to belong to him kept surfacing-strange yet hauntingly familiar. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite piece them together.
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