Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 302

Before the two inside could react, Gentry hurried out of the hospital room.

Charlotte had just finished with a post-op patient and was on her way to check in on Judd when she spotted Gentry sneaking out, looking unusually furtive.

“Dr. Moore?” she called, her brow furrowing in confusion.

He jumped, visibly startled, then quickly put a finger to his lips. “Shh.”

“What’s going on?”

“His parents are here,” Gentry whispered, eyes wide. “The tension in there could choke a horse.”

Charlotte peered through the observation window. Sure enough, two more figures had joined Judd’s bedside.

The woman’s silhouette was striking—despite being over fifty, she carried herself with the poise and curves of someone half her age.

By contrast, Mrs. Rayburn had a fuller figure and a serene, matronly beauty, yet her features still held the grace of a classic beauty.

Wealthy families, Charlotte thought, their wives each beautiful in their own way.

Mrs. Carstairs was sophisticated and alluring. Mrs. Rayburn had an ethereal elegance. And her own mother-in-law—pure, dignified, almost untouchable.

Charlotte leaned in for another look, but Gentry tugged her aside. “Take my advice—don’t stare. If Mr. and Mrs. Carstairs start going at it, it’s collateral damage for everyone in the vicinity.”

“Is it really that bad?” she whispered.

“You have no idea. Those two were infamous for their drama when they were younger.” He paused, then gave her a once-over. “And especially since you’re Mrs. Howard now, you’d better keep your head down. Mr. Carstairs can’t stand the Howards.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened, about to ask more, but a nurse hurried over. “Dr. Sterling, there’s a commotion with one of the patient’s families. They’re insisting on moving out of the ICU and into a regular room.”

Even the head nurse was losing patience. “He just got out of surgery—his condition is still unstable. If we move him and something happens, is that on you or on us?”

“Of course it’s on you!” Candida shot back. “Anything that happens here is this hospital’s responsibility!”

“You’re being completely unreasonable!”

Just as voices were about to reach fever pitch, Charlotte stepped forward. “Enough! Everyone, calm down.”

Candida, sleeves already rolled up, pivoted toward Charlotte and immediately launched a fresh complaint. “The attitude of your nurses is appalling—I want to file a formal complaint!”

“Ms. Donovan, I understand you’re upset,” Charlotte said gently, “but right now, our priority has to be your husband’s health. Brain surgery can have complications, and we need to observe him closely for a while—this isn’t about money. It’s about his safety.”

Charlotte’s tone was firm but compassionate as she tried to guide Candida aside. But Candida jerked away, glaring. “You’re all in this together! And let me tell you something—I’m not short on money! My daughter saved Mr. Howard’s life, you know! If any of you disrespect me, I’ll make sure this hospital pays for it!”