Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 246

“How do you know about my brother…?” Charlotte froze for a moment. “Did you overhear everything yesterday?”

“I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop,” Judd replied, folding his arms across his chest. “But I didn’t expect your husband to be Evander.”

Charlotte said nothing.

“I can help you.”

“Help me?” Charlotte shot back. “You might help me once, but would you do it a second time? Besides, apart from being your grandfather’s student, we’re not related in any way. Why would you risk crossing the Howard family for me?”

Judd frowned. “Because I can’t stand the Howards. Is that reason enough?”

“That’s your business. My problems—I’ll handle them myself.” Charlotte pulled up the handle of her suitcase and looked at him one more time. “Thank you for telling me all this, but right now, I’m clearer-headed than I’ve ever been.”

She wheeled her suitcase into the elevator.

Outside, Natalie was waiting by the car. When she saw Charlotte emerge, she hurried forward to take her luggage.

Charlotte didn’t say a word and slipped into the back seat.

Upstairs, Judd stood on the balcony, watching as the car pulled out of the complex.

His phone buzzed in his pocket—Jonathan was calling.

Meanwhile, Charlotte followed Natalie into the penthouse suite at Summitview Wellness Retreat.

The suite cost a fortune per night, and was the kind of place aging tycoons, politicians, or celebrities would choose when they needed to recuperate. New mothers recovering after childbirth often stayed here as well.

The place felt more like a luxury resort than a hospital.

There were six bedrooms, six baths, four living areas, a private library, a guest lounge, and a huge balcony overlooking the city.

After Charlotte set up her fingerprint on the suite’s security system, Natalie explained, “Your fingerprint will give you access during your entire stay.”

Charlotte simply nodded and stepped inside.

In the lavish living room, a few nurses were tidying up. When they saw Natalie, they greeted her by name.

“This is Mrs. Howard, sister to the patient, Mr. Hiram,” Natalie introduced.

Evander’s lips curved into a faint smile as he followed.

The bedroom next door was mid-sized, with its own bath and walk-in closet.

Everything here was fully automated.

No wonder it was so expensive.

“I’ll leave my suitcase here. I’m heading to work,” Charlotte said, turning to go. Evander caught her hand. “Let me drive you.”

She slipped her hand from his grasp. “Suit yourself.”

Evander stared at his empty palm, lips pressed in a tight line.

Charlotte went downstairs, but didn’t leave immediately.

Evander drove the car around himself, and when he saw her waiting, the shadow in his eyes seemed to lift.

But just as he pulled up to the curb, Charlotte suddenly walked toward another car.