Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 109

Evander's face remained unreadable as he picked up the file—just as he expected. "Charlotte asked him to look into it."

"The Pembrokes and the Howard family have always been at odds, and Miss Sterling has been spending a lot of time with Mr. Pembroke. If Mr. Pembroke is using her…"

"That's her business."

His eyes were icy, every line of his expression radiating indifference.

Natalie was speechless.

If he didn't care, why did he look so grim?

"So, are we still investigating Hiram's case?"

Evander was silent for a long moment. "Look into everyone connected to him."

Not long after Natalie left, his phone rang. It was Tricia.

On the other end, Tricia was crying. "Evander, Hans fell and hurt himself. No matter what I say, he refuses to go to the hospital—he says he'll only go if you're with him."

Evander's brow creased. "Is it serious?"

"When he fell, there was broken glass all over the floor. His knees are bleeding, and there's no first-aid kit at home…"

He replied calmly, "I'll come by after I finish up here."

He hung up.

Tricia stared at her phone, her expression turning sour.

If this had been before, Evander would have said he'd be there right away. But now? "After I finish up"? That was all?

Ever since the incident yesterday—when Evander realized he'd wrongly blamed that wretched Charlotte—his attitude toward Tricia had changed. She couldn't afford to just sit back and do nothing anymore.

An hour later, Evander finally showed up with a doctor to check on Hans. The doctor examined the boy's wounds, and seeing they were inflamed, administered a tetanus shot.

After they'd finished treating the injuries and the doctor had left, Tricia let out a relieved sigh. "Hans is just terrified of hospitals. Otherwise, I never would have bothered you when you're so busy. I'm the one causing trouble for you, aren't I?"

Her voice was soft, careful—like she knew she'd done something wrong and was afraid to provoke him.

Tricia stood to the side, hiding a sly smile.

All she ever had to do was retreat a little, and Evander's guilt and pity would surface. She was far from beaten yet.

Meanwhile—

Charlotte stepped out of the private clinic, phone buzzing in her hand.

Jonathan had sent her a list of Mrs. Fontaine's recent contacts. As she expected, Tricia's number appeared several times, but Conrad's was conspicuously absent.

So, they weren't communicating by phone. There must be another way.

Charlotte descended the steps, deep in thought.

Just then, the sound of children's laughter drifted over from nearby.

"Hey, look! There's the crazy old lady!"