Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 280

Evander stood frozen, unmoving.

He only tightened his arms around the woman he held.

After a moment, he lowered his gaze to the woman kneeling on the floor. The cold malice in his eyes surged like a rising tide, ferocious and unrestrained, striking through her without mercy.

Tricia had never seen Evander like this. She stared in stunned disbelief.

“The thing I regret most in my life is letting you get away with everything,” Evander said, fixing her with a chilling stare. “But I won’t tolerate it anymore. You hurt her hand—so you’ll pay with yours.”

Tricia just knelt there, numb.

When Natalie signaled for the bodyguards to drag her away, Tricia panicked and screamed, “Evander! Don’t! You can’t do this to me! Have you forgotten what you promised me?”

Seeing Evander didn’t even turn around, she yelled, voice breaking with rage and desperation, “Evander! You betrayed me first! You married another woman, you betrayed me! Charlotte’s fate is all your fault! This is on you!”

He stopped in front of the car, his presence overpowering, his eyes dark and unreadable.

He spoke coldly, “Shut her up.”

As soon as Tricia’s mouth was covered, Evander climbed into the car with Charlotte in his arms. He instructed Natalie to stay and handle things, then told the driver to get to the hospital as fast as possible.

Just as Evander’s car pulled away, Judd’s vehicle arrived.

The two cars passed each other.

Judd’s car stopped outside the vineyard; he could only see Evander’s people cleaning up the aftermath.

He stepped out, and Natalie met him by the car. “Mr. Carstairs, you’re too late.”

Judd’s clenched fists slowly relaxed as his gaze caught a few drops of blood on the ground. “Whose blood is that?”

“Our lady’s.”

His expression darkened. “Who did it?”

“Mr. Carstairs, perhaps you should ask your mother. I imagine she might know.”

With that, Natalie got into her car, and both vehicles drove off into the night.

…

He stepped aside and dialed his phone.

Fifteen minutes later, Natalie arrived with a blood donor—fortunately, a match for Charlotte’s rare type.

Once the donor was taken away for the transfusion, Natalie walked over to Evander, her expression heavy. “No one in the Sterling family has Rh-negative blood. How can Mrs. Sterling…?”

Evander was silent for a moment, then spoke quietly. “Maybe… she isn’t really a Sterling.”

Natalie stared at him, shocked.

She’s not their daughter?

Meanwhile, at the Carstairs estate—

Night pressed in outside the windows. Daphne came down the stairs, her Maine Coon cat cradled in her arms, just as Judd walked in.

She greeted him with a gentle smile. “Judd, you’re finally home. Are you hungry? I’ll have the kitchen make something for you.”

He didn’t even glance at her. “Why did you go after Charlotte?”