Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 127

Rachel stood frozen for what felt like ages, completely blindsided, unable to react. Just then, Julian appeared with several nurses in tow. “Ma’am!” he called out.

The nurses hurried over and gently pulled her aside.

Mrs. Rayburn struggled, shouting, “I want my daughter—!”

“She’s right here, she’s right here!” Julian rushed to hand her the doll he’d brought.

The moment Mrs. Rayburn saw it, she quieted instantly, clutching the doll to her chest as if someone might snatch it away. “It’s okay, it’s okay, Mommy’s here. Mommy’s here…”

Julian wiped sweat from his brow—his career had nearly gone up in smoke!

He noticed Rachel, still shaken, and quickly stepped up to explain, “I’m so sorry—my wife startled you. Are you alright?”

It was only then that Rachel snapped back to reality. She shook her head. “I’m… I’m fine…”

“Thank goodness,” Julian breathed out, then turned to the nurses. “Let’s get my wife back to her room.”

The staff coaxed Mrs. Rayburn away with practiced patience until she finally followed them down the hall.

Even after they disappeared around the corner by the elevators, Rachel’s heart was still pounding.

Just then, Xavier came out to find her, noticing she’d been gone fetching hot water for far too long. “You went to get hot water, didn’t you? Why are you just standing there?”

She didn’t answer.

He walked over, concern creasing his brow. “What’s wrong?”

“Xavier, I just… I saw a woman.”

He didn’t seem particularly interested. “What woman? Go get our son washed up, will you? If you don’t, he’s going to start smelling.”

“She looked like Lottie. Do you think… could she be Lottie’s biological mother?”

Rachel would be happy if Charlotte ever found her real parents.

After raising her for over twenty years, maybe Rachel hadn’t cared for her as much as she did for her own son, but she’d developed feelings nonetheless.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Just because someone looks alike doesn’t mean they’re related. There are plenty of people who resemble each other in this world.” Xavier took the basin from her hands. “If you won’t do it, I will. Don’t dawdle.”

…

From his end of the line, a woman’s snicker rang out, followed by Jonathan’s exasperated voice, “What are you laughing at? It’s not for you.”

Charlotte couldn’t help but chuckle. “Fine. See you tonight.”

“Send me the address later.”

After hanging up, Charlotte stepped into the elevator.

By seven that evening, she’d already reserved a table and was waiting at the restaurant.

It wasn’t long before Jonathan appeared in the lobby, his gaze immediately finding hers through the crowd.

He wore a loud floral shirt under a crisp white blazer. On most men, this flashy getup would look ridiculous, but on Jonathan, it had a certain stylish flair that few could pull off.

Maybe it was his movie-star good looks or his tall, athletic frame—if he ever tried his luck in showbiz, he’d probably do just fine.

Jonathan leaned in, almost nose-to-nose with her. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

She snapped out of it, embarrassed, and shook her head before grabbing the menu to order.