Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 108

"Please, Mrs. Sterling, there's no need to be nervous. Mr. Howard just wants to get Mr. Sterling into a better environment for his treatment. He's already arranged for him to be transferred to a private hospital owned by Howard Enterprises." Sensing that Rachel might be worried about the cost, the bodyguard quickly added, "And Mr. Howard said all the expenses will be covered by him personally."

Rachel stared back in disbelief.

Private hospitals cost far more than public ones—especially a private clinic under the Howard family name.

Their hospital was founded when Rosemary started Cloudcrest MedTech Holdings, equipped with the most advanced medical technology available anywhere. To put it simply, it was the only hospital in Vandalia with the highest accreditation in the country.

Back when public hospitals lacked the necessary equipment, the Howard hospital had it all.

Because of this, Vandalia's wealthy, celebrities, and politicians all preferred the Howard family's private hospital. Just a single phone call, and a top-tier specialist would be at your bedside.

Rachel slowly came back to her senses, still feeling as if she were dreaming. She looked hopefully at Charlotte. "Lottie, is this for real?"

Charlotte pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

She didn't understand Evander's intentions.

He'd made it clear before how much he despised the Sterlings and their insatiable greed.

Yet now, here he was, helping them.

The bodyguard caught the worry in Charlotte's eyes and reassured her, "Ma'am, don't worry. Mr. Sterling will be taken care of around the clock over there. The facilities and care are just as good—if not better—than here."

Rachel squeezed Charlotte's hand. "Lottie, since Evander is willing to help, let's trust his arrangement, okay? Maybe a change of environment at the private hospital will give Hiram a real chance to wake up."

Seeing the hope in her mother's eyes, Charlotte couldn't bring herself to say no. She nodded. "Alright."

The bodyguard quickly handled all the transfer paperwork, and the hospital even gave Hiram a priority admission—everything was arranged in record time.

Two neurosurgery nurses witnessed the commotion, exchanging puzzled looks.

"Wasn't Dr. Sterling supposed to be Director Winthrop's mistress, the one who came between her and Mr. Howard? So why does the ‘other woman' get better treatment than the official girlfriend?"

"Well, mistresses getting special favors isn't exactly unheard of. Some people just don't care about their reputation."

…

And yet, he still longed for her approval.

Hans reached out, tugging at her skirt with his tiny hand. "Don't be mad, Mommy. I'll make Uncle like me, I promise."

At those words, a cold smile finally touched Tricia's lips. She knelt down, meeting his eyes. "That's my good boy. But Hans, about your knees—"

"I fell by myself," Hans whispered, his face pale.

"Good."

The next day, at Howard Enterprises.

Natalie walked into the office, a file in her hand, and knocked on the door. "Mr. Howard?"

Evander closed the folder he was reading. "Come in."

"Mr. Howard, here's Conrad's personal file," Natalie announced, placing it neatly on his desk. "Oh, and by the way, Mr. Pembroke has already spoken with him."