Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 210

Tricia’s face went pale as she clutched her coat tighter, terrified that Jonathan might step out of the room at any moment.

“Miss Winthrop? What are you doing here?”

“I…”

Her eyes darted, searching for an excuse. “I wasn’t feeling well at home, so I decided to stay somewhere else for a while. Didn’t expect my blood sugar to crash.”

One of the bodyguards stepped forward to help her up, glancing back at the door number. “Are you staying in this room?”

When the bodyguard reached to open the door, Tricia stopped him. “No need, really—I’m much better now. So… why are you guys here?”

The two bodyguards exchanged a look, clearly unwilling to reveal much.

Tricia didn’t press further. “By the way, how’s Evander?”

“Mr. Howard is doing just fine,” one bodyguard replied, scanning the hallway. “If you’re alright, we’ll be on our way.”

Tricia couldn’t wait for them to leave.

The moment they were gone, her legs nearly buckled beneath her.

Jonathan emerged from the room, calm as ever, and only then did she realize he’d pushed her out there on purpose—to use her as a shield.

“This is your warning,” Jonathan said coldly, giving her a hard look before walking away.

Leaning against the wall, Tricia clenched her jaw so hard it hurt. She couldn’t understand what had gone wrong.

Once upon a time, she’d had Evander wrapped around her little finger. After that, there’d been another man who’d showered her with gifts, devoted to her alone. Whatever she wanted—men, money, affection—she always got it. She’d never miscalculated, never lost.

She’d thought that coming back home would be just as easy, that she could still play one man off another and get everything she wanted. But Charlotte’s presence had shattered all her plans.

Evander was protecting Charlotte now.

Even Jonathan, who was just using Charlotte as a pawn, seemed to care.

The feeling was infuriating.

The bodyguards, having lost Jonathan’s trail, had no choice but to return to the hospital and give their report.

Evander was propped up in bed, flipping through some documents. Natalie stood nearby, watching him in silence before turning to the bodyguard. “Aren’t there security cameras? Don’t you know who he met at the hotel?”

The bodyguard looked helpless. “The hotel management said we aren’t law enforcement, so we have no right to access their footage.”

…

The next day, Charlotte was quietly packing up Hiram Sterling’s hospital room. To avoid drawing attention, she split his belongings into several bags and asked one of Wesley Rayburn’s bodyguards to help carry some out.

Everyone on the floor knew the Rayburn family’s heir was looking out for the silent man in bed 29, so none of the nurses questioned the Rayburn bodyguards.

As Charlotte stepped into the hall, she nearly ran into Julian and Wesley.

Wesley looked at her, “All finished?”

She nodded.

The thought of moving Hiram out of the Howard family’s hospital made her nervous.

“Don’t worry,” Wesley reassured her. “I’ve already spoken to the vice president at Vandermere Private Hospital. He’s agreed to admit Hiram. And hospital policy doesn’t require approval from the Howard family unless it’s an emergency. Even if we transfer your brother, Evander won’t find out right away.”

Hearing this, Charlotte finally relaxed a little. “That’s a relief.”

“Did Evander agree to the divorce?” Wesley asked.

Charlotte paused, then shook her head. “He probably thinks I’m only leaving him for another man. He just can’t stand the idea of someone else having me.”