Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 223

Dean Chase paused, hesitating for a moment before pulling out Charlotte’s transfer report and handing it to him.

Evander’s eyes landed on the date, and he froze.

Three months ago.

No wonder she’d been so indifferent every time he tried to use Tricia as leverage against her, even though her work meant everything to her.

She was never the type to give up easily, never one to just say things she didn’t mean.

She’d made up her mind a long time ago.

Evander’s fingers crumpled the corner of the report. He looked up, voice tight. “Why didn’t anyone tell me about her transfer?”

Dean Chase collected himself. “Dr. Sterling didn’t want it made public, and I respected her decision. Besides…” He hesitated, his tone growing somber. “Frankly, I didn’t know what your relationship was. She’s faced injustice after injustice here, and not one person stood up for her. Transferring out is probably the best thing for her.”

Dean Chase’s words pierced him like a needle.

Thinking back, Charlotte hadn’t always been so reserved, so joyless.

But somewhere along the way, her smile had faded for good.

He knew she resented him—he just hadn’t realized she wanted to escape him entirely.

Evander stared at the words “Riverspire Medical Center” on the report. After a moment of silence, he set the file down and turned to leave.

…

The flight touched down in Riverspire City exactly on schedule.

Staff from Summitview Wellness Retreat were already waiting at the airport, having been notified in advance.

As Charlotte and her colleague wheeled Hiram—secured in his chair—off the plane, a team of medical professionals stepped forward to take over.

“Miss Sterling, right? Mr. Rayburn called ahead. You can rest assured, we’ll take excellent care of the patient.”

Their lead nurse, a man with a kind face, greeted her with professional courtesy.

Charlotte knew it was thanks to Wesley’s connections. She’d looked into it herself: Summitview Wellness Retreat was one of the most reputable private facilities in Riverspire City, known for its luxurious, hotel-like setting and top-tier care.

She nodded. “Yes, that’s me.”

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.”

He spoke with warmth and respect, taking her suitcase and opening the car door for her.

Settling into the car, Charlotte assumed he was one of Professor Carstairs’s colleagues simply giving her a ride. “Are you also a faculty member at Royalis Medical University?”

The man chuckled. “Not quite. I’m Professor Carstairs’s driver. My name’s Lockwood—just call me Lockwood.”

Driver?

Charlotte was a little surprised. In all her years of knowing the professor, she’d never heard of him having a chauffeur.

But then again, given his reputation and status, it wasn’t far-fetched. With a professor’s pension, hiring a driver was hardly extravagant.

Before long, the car pulled up to a tranquil tea house.

Charlotte followed Mr. Lockwood inside, stepping through the white-walled courtyard. The air was thick with the scent of fresh tea blossoms, soothing and invigorating all at once.