Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 287

Evander stood by the window at the end of the fire escape, lighting a cigarette. Shadows swallowed his frame, making him little more than a silhouette. “I don’t really buy what Tricia said,” he murmured.

“But… back then, you weren’t the only child kidnapped. There were several others. The girl’s story matches up. Her parents also confirmed their daughter was abducted.”

He paused, the cigarette motionless between his fingers. Flicking off the ash, he said nothing.

After a long silence, the other voice asked, “Mr. Howard, do you want to meet the girl?”

“There’s no need. Give her a blank check. Tell her to come to me when she’s made up her mind.”

He had no memories from that time. Even if a girl really had saved his life, the only thing he could offer now was compensation.

…

Charlotte spent another week recuperating—almost half a month in all—until she could finally hold a fork without her hand trembling.

Just then, Wesley called.

He was in Riverspire City.

When Charlotte went out to meet him, Wesley handed her a gift: a porcelain doll.

She took the box, a smile tugging at her lips. “Did this come from your mom?”

He blinked in surprise. “How’d you guess?”

The doll was his mother’s choice. Even with her mind foggy these days, she’d picked it out with care.

Charlotte couldn’t say how she knew—she just had a feeling. She joked, “Maybe we’re just on the same wavelength?”

Wesley paused with his coffee halfway to his lips, then chuckled. “Maybe so.”

“Wesley, now that you’re here in Riverspire City, who’s looking after your mom?”

“My dad’s with her. She’ll be fine.”

“Oh?” Wesley traced the rim of his cup, thinking. “He actually refused?”

She lowered her eyes, clearly not wanting to talk about it. “You still haven’t said why you suddenly came to Riverspire City.”

“I’m here to find my sister.”

“Your sister?”

“My real, biological sister.”

Charlotte looked startled. “But I thought you said your sister was—”

“My dad had the whole thing reinvestigated. They found new evidence. There’s a chance… she might still be alive.”

“I see…” Charlotte’s smile was gentle. “Then I hope you find her soon. The sooner the better—otherwise, who knows if she’s being bullied out there, or just being spoiled rotten.”