Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 151

She might have held it together if no one brought up those things, but as soon as Charlotte mentioned them, her expression darkened.

Especially when Tricia kept up that insincere act.

Charlotte’s voice was cold. “Tricia, do you really think you’re innocent?”

Tricia stared at her, confused.

Charlotte pressed on. “My parents have never even met you. Yet you claim they tracked you down to force you to leave. How, exactly, did they find you? How did they get your contact information? You just happened to be at a café with your child—and my parents just happened to show up there too?”

“I... I don’t know...” Tricia’s eyes darted away, guilt flickering across her face.

Charlotte opened her phone gallery and slid a picture of the evidence across the table. “My parents were clearly lured out by you. You orchestrated the whole thing, provoked them, then shoved your own child and tried to frame them for it!”

Gasps rippled through the room.

Tricia, her eyes red, cried out, “That’s not true!”

Sensing the icy, dangerous aura radiating from Evander, she quickly tried to explain, “Evander, don’t listen to her! I’m Hans’s birth mother—why would I ever hurt him?”

“I truly don’t know how her parents found me, and I didn’t send that message. I swear, I have no idea!”

Evander’s expression gave nothing away. “We’ll find out the truth when Hans wakes up. I’ll ask him myself.”

He looked past her, turning to Charlotte. “As for the sedative, the authorities will investigate. Whatever the outcome, I won’t interfere. Is that acceptable?”

Charlotte met his gaze and let out a cold laugh.

Whether or not he was trying to protect Tricia didn’t matter to her anymore. She looked away indifferently and left with the resident doctor, disappearing into the crowd.

Evander’s eyes followed her as she left, his face clouded with unreadable emotion.

Tricia clenched her hands so tightly her nails dug into her palms. A flash of red anger flickered in her eyes.

…

That evening, as Charlotte exited the hospital, she spotted Jonathan’s car parked by the front gate.

“Mrs. Parker, I’m crashing dinner again. Hope you don’t mind?” Jonathan grinned.

Rachel snapped out of it and welcomed him warmly. “Of course not, Jonathan! You’re always welcome here.”

Seeing her mother so genuinely happy for once, Charlotte simply smiled and headed to the kitchen to slice some fruit.

She brought out a platter to the living room, where Rachel and Jonathan were chatting away, the conversation lively.

Just then, Jonathan’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen, and his smile faded in an instant.

Maybe it was her imagination, but for a split second, Charlotte thought she saw a cold, almost sinister look cross Jonathan’s face—so unlike his usual self. But it was gone before she could be sure.

He got up with a smile. “Excuse me, Mrs. Parker. I need to take this.”

“Go ahead, dear,” Rachel replied, ever kind.

After Jonathan stepped outside to take the call, Rachel couldn’t help but praise him. “Such a good young man, truly. Lottie, if you and Evander don’t work out, you ought to give Jonathan some thought. Every woman needs someone she can count on.”