Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 130

Vera ran all the way downstairs, her legs still trembling and weak.

She paced anxiously in the lobby, torn between telling Charlotte what she had just overheard and keeping quiet.

If she said nothing, her conscience would haunt her. But if she told Charlotte, she’d be putting herself in a dangerous position…

She was just about to dial Charlotte’s number when, out of nowhere, someone appeared behind her, snatching her phone right out of her hand.

Vera jumped in fright, then went pale as she recognized Tricia’s face.

“So, you were planning to tell Charlotte everything you just heard?” Tricia’s voice was low, almost playful.

Vera’s hands shook, but she didn’t dare answer.

Tricia smiled ever so slightly and pushed the phone back into Vera’s hand. “Go ahead, tell Charlotte if you want. But think carefully about what happens to people who cross me in this hospital.”

“If you want to keep your job in this field, I suggest you get smart. In this world, if you don’t have connections, you’d better learn to keep your head down and your mouth shut.” Tricia moved closer, her tone deceptively gentle. “Besides, even if you help Charlotte, what can she really do for you? What do you stand to gain? Listen to me, sweetheart—look out for yourself, or no one else will.”

Without waiting for a reply, Tricia patted her shoulder. “Think carefully about where your best interests lie—help me, or risk everything for someone who might never come back.”

With that, Tricia turned and walked away.

Vera’s strength left her. She slid down the wall to the floor, her mind buzzing, Tricia’s words echoing in her ears—cruel but painfully true.

Meanwhile, Miranda, having seen the morning scandal trending on social media, immediately sought out Charlotte.

Once the other house staff had left the living room, Miranda let loose. “What on earth is going on between you and Evander? One rumor after another! Even if you two are secretly married, can’t you both keep a lower profile? What do you think the people who know about your relationship will think of the Howard family?”

“I’m sorry, next time—” Charlotte caught herself, remembering there wouldn’t be a next time. She corrected, “It won’t happen again.”

Evander led Charlotte out of the room.

Miranda slowly lifted her gaze, setting down her teacup, her expression now a mix of confusion and uncertainty. For the first time, she wasn’t quite sure how her son really felt about Charlotte.

The moment they stepped outside the villa, Charlotte quickly pulled away from Evander’s arms.

The sudden loss of her warmth made Evander fix his eyes on her profile, his gaze dark and indecipherable.

“If you need me to play along with your act in front of your family,” Charlotte said, her voice cool, “do me the courtesy of giving me some warning. I’d rather avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.”

She turned to leave.

Evander caught her wrist and gently pulled her back to face him. “You want to avoid misunderstandings?”