Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 27

"You set me up at that dinner, tricked me into someone else's private room, even let them get me drunk and drugged." Charlotte's laugh was cold, sharp as glass. "Director Winthrop, your methods are truly appalling."

Across the room, the nurses whispered, exchanging shocked looks. None of them could believe what they were hearing.

Tricia's face blanched. "That's not true!"

"Dr. Sterling, the government officials who were waiting last night can all testify—they said you never showed up—"

"That's because you gave me the wrong room number!"

"I swear I didn't…"

Charlotte pulled out her phone and thrust it toward Tricia, displaying the messages from last night. "Do I need to get the government staff to confirm this?"

Tricia froze, her composure cracking. She'd completely forgotten about those messages.

Catching sight of someone approaching, Tricia reacted swiftly—grabbing Charlotte's hand and yanking it toward her own face, as if inviting a slap. "Dr. Sterling, you're misunderstanding me. I admit it—I was careless, I must've written the wrong room number. You can hit me if you want. It's my fault you were put in danger. I deserve your anger!"

Charlotte tried to pull her hand away, but at that moment, Tricia suddenly tumbled down the stairs nearby.

The scene left everyone, Charlotte and the nurses alike, stunned.

"Dr. Sterling! What are you doing?"

The medical director and several hospital board members had witnessed the whole thing.

Charlotte spun around, instinctively trying to explain. "Director Fontaine, I didn't push her—"

"We all saw it, and you're still making excuses!" Director Fontaine snapped, before turning to the nurses. "Well? Go check on her injuries, now!"

Snapping out of their shock, the nurses hurried down the steps.

Director Fontaine strode over to Charlotte, jabbing a finger at her with a look of deep disappointment. "You've worked here for three years. The dean has always believed in you, and now… you go and make a mistake like this."

Charlotte's hands clenched at her sides. She stayed quiet.

She knew nothing she said would matter now.

But this time, she wouldn't just sit back and take it.

…

"Charlotte." Evander's eyes darkened. "Stop threatening me with divorce. It doesn't scare me."

"I'm not threatening you."

He took a step closer, looking down at her.

The calmer she was, the deeper the crease between his brows. Suddenly, he gave a cold snort. "Is that so?"

"Well, suit yourself."

Evander turned and walked away.

Charlotte was left confused by his parting shot.

What did he mean?

Had he agreed or not?

Meanwhile, Evander headed straight for Tricia's hospital room. When she saw him, Tricia immediately struggled to sit up, looking frail and vulnerable. "Evander, please don't blame Dr. Sterling. She just lost her temper for a moment and accidentally pushed me. I know she didn't mean to hurt me."