RedNovelRegret 225 The man looked genuinely surprised. “You really think she puts up with all that ridicule and humiliation because she cares more about power and status? If that were true, she'd have no reason to endure any of it. Your grandmother adores her, and she's already married into the family-what's the point of putting up with that abuse? It makes no sense." Evander's long fingers curled around the stem of his wineglass, but he said nothing. The man went on, "So many women want to marry into the Howard family-even Tricia couldn't get in. But for sreason, your grandmother chose Charlotte." "You know how sharp your grandmother is; do you really think she can't see through Charlotte's intentions? And yet, she still let Charlotte in. That tellsCharlotte isn't as shallow as you think." Evander pressed his lips into a thin line. All these years, his resentment toward the Sterling family had stemmed mainly from Xavier, who, as his father-in-law, had tried to leverage the relationship for personal gain tand again.
Charlotte had only ever asked him for one thing, and even then, Evander knew it was for the Sterling family's sake.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe couldn't stand how the Sterlings flaunted their sudden rise in status. But aside from Xavier, what had Charlotte ever done? She'd never once tried to exploit the Howard family's connections. In public, she kept their relationship discreet. She hadn't even asked him for a single piece of jewelry-not a purse, not a dress, nothing. Even if she cared about appearances and hid it well, he'd once given her a black credit card.
To this day, that card remained untouched.
Even when it cto the divorce settlement, all she asked for was a hundred thousand.
To him, that was pocket change.
"Elliot, I just don't understand Charlotte anymore. Why did she marryin the first place, and why is she leaving now?" Elliot blurted out, “Maybe she actually likes you?" Likes him...
1/3 12:41 Chapter 225 A flicker of realization passed through Evander's eyes. "She...likes me?” "I'm just guessing," Elliot said quickly. "But think about it. If a woman didn't care about you-if it was really just about status and money-she wouldn't care about your old girlfriend, she wouldn't care if you kept a mistress. None of it would bother her, right?" Sof the darkness faded from Evander's expression.
"Alright, let's leave that alone for now." Elliot poured another drink, his tone turning serious. “Let's talk about Hans. That boy's got sserious psychological issues." "He was pushed down the stairs. Maybe he's just traumatized." "I don't think so," Elliot said, shaking his head. "If it was just the fall, and it was the first tsomething like that happened, the fear would be short-lived. But what he's dealing with is deep-rooted and long-term. That means, besides being pushed, he's probably been abused or threatened for a while.” Evander's face darkened. "That's impossible. He's Tricia's son." "Yeah, that's what I thought at first too. I mean, even the worst parents usually draw the line at hurting their own child. But I saw the scars on his thighs-layer upon layer, old and new. There's no way those are from accidents." "How could a loving mother tolerate her child being hurt like that? Unless...she's the one who did it." Elliot shuddered as he recalled the marks he'd seen. It was unmistakable-abuse.
For the first time, his perception of Tricia completely changed.
Evander's eyes grew cold. After exposing Tricia's lies again and m again, he realized it was tto get to the bottom of things. A week later.
Charlotte officially reported to the neurosurgery department at District General Hospital. True to its om ve reputation as the largest hospital in Riverspire City, it was far bigger and better equipped than Capital Central Hospital.
The hospital sprawled across a vast campus along the river, withinterconnected towers and sprawling medical buildings. Charlotte nearly got lost navigating the maze of corridors and hidden annexes. Reaching the surgical department, she walked up to the front desk and asked for 12:41 Chapter 225 Director Wolfe's office.
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