Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 146

Winston’s brow furrowed with concern.

Dean Chase stepped in to offer some reassurance. “That’s right, Deputy Commissioner Rivers. When it comes to neurology, Lottie’s expertise is every bit as good as a doctor with decades in the field. Back in the day, she—”

“If you want to minimize the risks for your wife after surgery, you’d do best to trust me,” Charlotte interrupted, her tone calm but firm. “If you’re still uneasy, I can have Dr. Sinclair perform the procedure.”

Dr. Sinclair looked flustered. “I… The gap’s only two centimeters. That’s incredibly tricky. I’m not sure I can do it.”

Charlotte smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry. I’ll walk you through every step.”

Winston studied Charlotte, his instincts telling him she was no clueless young doctor.

Tricia, seeing Winston waver, couldn’t stay silent any longer. She shot to her feet. “Dr. Sterling, have you lost your mind? This is a human life, not something you can gamble with!”

“Oh? Are you saying Dr. Winthrop is qualified to handle this surgery?” Charlotte countered coolly.

“I…” Tricia faltered.

“If you can’t do it, then perhaps it’s better to keep your opinions to yourself. With your overseas credentials, Director Winthrop, surely you understood everything I just explained, didn’t you?”

Charlotte’s words were icy, leaving Tricia awkward and exposed in front of everyone.

None of the other doctors spoke up, which only confirmed their agreement with Charlotte’s earlier assessment. After all, neither of the two leading specialists had interrupted her.

Tricia’s outburst only made her look worse, and her abilities were now in question.

After a tense moment, Winston made up his mind. “All right,” he said, voice tight with anxiety. “I’ll trust you this once. But you’d better keep your word—my wife’s safety is in your hands. If anything happens, not only this hospital, but you personally will answer for it.”

He left, pausing only to instruct his secretary to finalize the preparations for tomorrow’s surgery.

Seeing how confident she was, Dr. Sinclair finally relaxed a little and nodded. “All right, I’ll follow your lead tomorrow.”

Charlotte and Dr. Sinclair left together.

As they passed Evander, Charlotte kept her gaze straight ahead, the same gentle smile from her conversation with Dr. Sinclair lingering on her lips, as if she and Evander were total strangers.

Tricia watched them go, her white lab coat crumpling beneath the grip of her clenched fists.

Evander turned his attention back to Winston’s secretary. “Who’s performing the surgery tomorrow?”

The secretary sighed. “That young woman you just saw. She volunteered to take the lead. Honestly, I’m not sure if she can really do it.”

Evander’s reply was calm and certain. “If she says she can, then she can.”