RedNovelRegret 63 Chapter 63 Thinking about all this, Tricia felt a deep unease settle in her chest. The more she examined the details, the more fear gnawed at her-fear that Evander truly didn't care about her anymore.
If Evander withdrew his protection, she knew she'd inevitably fall back into "that person's" hands.
And she'd rather do anything than ever go back to him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCharlotte made her way to the dean's office, knocked politely, and only entered when she heard permission.
Dean Chase set his papers aside and looked up. “Lottie, was it you who called in that report about Director Fontaine?" He had guessed as much during the staff meeting earlier that day, when the incident was brought up. Charlotte didn't deny it. "Yes, it was me." He sighed, his tone heavy with concern. "You weren't thinking, kid. Director Fontaine's brother-in-law is the City's Commissioner of Revenue. If this gets back to him, you know as well as I do he won't let it go quietly." Charlotte understood he was looking out for her. Out in the real world, degrees and skills were only part of the equation. Connections, favors, and background mattered just as much-if not more.
The hospital was full of talented doctors-plenty more capable than Director Fontaine. But without that family tie, he'd never have landed the department head job.
Dean Chase knew all this. He also knew about Fontaine's shady dealings behind closed doors. If it weren't for the protection Fontaine enjoyed, Dean Chase would never have turned a blind eye.
"I only have six weeks left here," Charlotte said softly. "Once I leave for St. Mary's, what can he do to me?" Dean Chase looked at her, exasperated. "Six weeks is still a long time, Lottie." She poured him a fresh cup of tea. "Don't worry, Dean. I know how to look after myself." 09:48 After she left, De realized, he was nearly at retirement age, The things he hadn't managed to accomplish in his youth-maybe Charlotte could achieve them for him.
Back in her own office, Charlotte was startled to find Evander sitting at her desk flipping through a stack of files. Beneath his hand, she spotted two folders-one of which was her transfer request.
Her heart skipped. She frowned. "Mr. Howard, what are you doing here?" Evander barely glanced up, not bothering to keep flipping. "What's this about a transition file? Are you planning to quit?" She suddenly remembered she'd left her computer on, her unfinished transfer memo still open..
So he'd only seen the draft she hadn't even completed yet.
"It's just a transfer,” she replied evenly, stepping forward to retrieve her paperwork.
He fixed her with a look. "Transfer where?" "Metropolitan General." "Who told you to transfer?" She paused, lifting her chin. "I chose to, because I don't want to work under the sroof as certain people. Satisfied?" Evander leaned back in her chair, giving her a wry little smile. “You really think a transfer's going to help you hide?"
"Charlotte, if you can't take it, why not just resign? With the status of Mrs.
you O Howard do nothing at all and never worry about a thing. Isn't that what you wanted in the first place?" Being "Mrs. Howard" meant a life of privilege and comfort.
She could sit at hall day, doing nothing, and still live in luxury-far better off than most.
Charlotte had grown numb to these barbs. Back when she'd first married into the Howard family, her om mother-in-law had said the sthings: When Charlotte protested that she wanted to make her own way, not just coast by as Mrs. Howard, her mother-in-law had mocked her for being ungrateful-wanting it both ways, no-An It hadn't been long after Evander's last breakup that shed marrie
grandmother's blessing. Aside from the old lady, who in the Howardm family, vot ever believe she hadn't married Evander for money, status, or power?
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