Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 227

Charlotte sat there, dazed for a few moments before reality sank in. Was this really happening on her very first day at work? She’d barely settled in and was already being tossed into a mess.

Taking a steadying breath, she spoke, “I didn’t know this was an office you paid for yourself. But if you want me to leave, shouldn’t you at least find me somewhere else to work?”

The man took a seat, his tone indifferent. “That’s your problem, not mine.”

Charlotte couldn’t help but let out a short, incredulous laugh. She sat down as well, refusing to be intimidated. “It’s my first day. I don’t know the rules around here or where I’m supposed to go. For now, this is the only place I can sit.”

He looked up at her, his gaze sharp and assessing. After a moment, he closed the file he’d been reading. “What’s your name?”

“Charlotte.”

He was silent for a beat, eyes lingering on her before he turned away and picked up his phone to make a call.

A few minutes later, a man in a white doctor’s coat breezed in, a wide grin on his face. When he spotted Charlotte, his eyes lit up with surprise. “Well, well, hiding a beauty in here, are you?”

Before the other man could react, he strode over and offered Charlotte a warm handshake. “Hello, gorgeous. I’m Dr. Gentry Moore—his assistant and the attending physician.”

Charlotte responded with a polite smile. “Charlotte.”

“Charlotte… That’s a lovely name. Like the first day of spring—fresh and full of promise.”

The first man frowned, clearly impatient. “Gentry, I called you here to help sort out her office situation.”

“Oh, is that all? Just an office?” Gentry turned to Charlotte, his tone friendly. “How about joining me? I share with two others, but if you don’t mind a little company, my office is just next door.”

“That’s fine by me.” Charlotte grabbed her bag, ready to go.

Gentry seemed genuinely surprised by how easily she adapted. On his way out, he shot a pointed glare at the other man. “You ought to show a little more kindness.”

The man watched them leave in silence. After a moment, he reached for a bottle of sanitizer and sprayed down his desk.

Next door, Charlotte followed Gentry into his office. One of his officemates, a woman in her forties with a warm, welcoming air, introduced herself as Marlene Graves. She was the head of the cerebrovascular surgery department, though Gentry just called her “Marlene.”

Charlotte was quietly impressed. She’d heard District General Hospital was full of top-notch talent, and now she was seeing it firsthand.

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Meanwhile, after being discharged, Tricia returned to Tranquility Manor—only to find a notice taped across her front door.

The locks had been changed.

She called the property manager to complain, but the response was dismissive. “The house isn’t yours. Mr. Howard leased it to you, and now he’s canceled your lease. Of course we have the right to reclaim it!”

“That’s impossible! You’re lying!”

“If you don’t believe me, call the police.” With that, the property manager hung up, their tone cold and final.

Tricia stood there, stunned, staring at the sealed door. She’d only been in the hospital a week, and now it felt like her whole world had been turned upside down.