Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 291

He was finally beginning to act like a decent human being.

Charlotte started walking toward him when she suddenly caught his words: “Don’t bother looking for her. If she’s run, let her run—as long as she never comes back…”

Charlotte froze mid-step.

Who was he talking about?

Tricia?

Evander spotted someone’s reflection in the glass and spun around.

He stiffened, slowly lowering his phone. “You…”

“You didn’t turn Tricia over to the police, did you? You let her get away.”

“Charlotte, it’s not what you think—”

He half-rose, reaching out, but Charlotte stepped back, dodging him. “Evander, if you can’t bear to deal with Tricia, just tell me. There’s no need for this little performance.”

“I’m not protecting her!” Evander grabbed her shoulders, his eyes bloodshot. “Charlotte, she hurt your hand, so I made sure she paid the same price. I know everything she did—I’m not letting her off easy.”

Charlotte said nothing.

He breathed heavily. “Charlotte, I’ve wronged you in the past. I know you resent what happened with her, but I swear to you, I never cheated. I never even touched her.”

“I don’t care about that!” She tried to shrug off his grip, but he held on tighter, refusing to let her go.

Evander pulled her into his arms.

“What are you—”

“Charlotte, just trust me. Once. Please.”

Trapped in his embrace, she went still.

Inside, she kept asking herself—over and over.

Trust him?

Could she really trust him?

At that moment, Judd stood by the elevator, witnessing the scene. He paused for half a minute, expression unreadable, then turned and headed back inside.

Charlotte heard the movement behind her and slipped out of Evander’s arms. “I’m going to my room.”

They’d never even seen one before.

Stevenson Donovan, his accent thick, stared at it in disbelief. “You’re telling me this piece of paper is worth money?”

“You can take it to the bank and cash it,” Natalie replied.

Stevenson’s hands shook as he picked up the check. Candida Donovan looked just as stunned, then quickly poured a glass of water for everyone. She couldn’t help asking, “So… how much are we allowed to put on there?”

“That’s up to your daughter. Whatever she writes, that’s what it’ll be.”

The Donovans swallowed hard.

If their daughter wrote in millions, would they really become rich overnight?

Soon after, Natalie and her people left. Outside, the villagers clustered together, whispering and speculating.

The Donovans knew better than to flaunt their good fortune. Stevenson stepped outside and made up some excuse to send the neighbors away, then closed the gate behind them.

“Stevenson, we—we’re rich!” Candida’s voice trembled with excitement.

Stevenson quickly motioned for her to keep quiet. “Not so loud! If anyone finds out, we’ll be in big trouble.”