Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 304

A hint of a smile tugged at the corners of Charlotte’s mouth. “Right, just a misunderstanding. So, are you still planning to move out?”

Candida’s face stiffened, caught off guard. She shot a nervous glance at Evander. “No… No, we’ll just stay in the ICU, I suppose.”

Without another word, Charlotte turned and strode away.

Evander started after her, but Candida quickly stepped in front of him. “Mr. Howard, do you have a moment? Would you like to come by for a cup of tea?”

Before he could answer, Natalie pulled Candida aside. “Ms. Donovan, you’ve already received the eight hundred thousand—we’re square. Whatever happens with your family from now on has nothing to do with Mr. Howard, so please stop dragging his name into your messes.”

Evander brushed off his sleeve and walked away without looking back.

Natalie followed close behind.

Candida was left standing there, feeling a bitter sting at their cold indifference, but her husband’s condition worried her far more at the moment.

All the money was in her husband’s hands. If something happened to him, what would she do?

Evander caught up with Charlotte, reaching out to stop her. “I can explain.”

She pulled her hand away and turned to face him. “Explain what, exactly?”

“I hardly know the Donovans. I was just repaying an old favor, that’s all. Don’t worry—I won’t get involved in their affairs.”

Repaying an old favor…

Charlotte let out a soft, knowing laugh. “You never forget to repay anyone’s kindness—except…”

Except mine.

He narrowed his eyes. “Except what?”

“Nothing.”

Charlotte changed the subject. “Her husband suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. It’s one of the deadliest and most debilitating conditions, and even though he’s out of surgery, he still needs to be monitored. But Mrs. Donovan doesn’t want to spend the money for him to stay in the ICU. Maybe you could talk to her?”

He loosened his collar, a little uncomfortable. “As long as they don’t waste that money, they’ll have more than enough to live on. Covering the hospital bills shouldn’t be a problem.”

Charlotte entered Judd’s hospital room, only to find the entire Carstairs family gathered inside.

A faint anxiety stirred in her chest.

Before she could speak, Teague fixed her with a stern look. “You’re Charlotte? You knew Judd can’t stand the sight of blood, so why did you agree to let him have this surgery?”

“Dad, it was my decision—it had nothing to do with her,” Judd protested, frowning.

Daphne wanted to speak up for her son and for Charlotte, but judging by the tension, it would only make things worse—she worried anything she said would just fuel Teague’s anger.

Charlotte didn’t want to drive a wedge between father and son, so she took the blame. “I’m sorry. That was my oversight.”

Judd started to throw off the covers and get out of bed, but Mrs. Carstairs stopped him. He glared in frustration. “You don’t need to apologize! There’s nothing to apologize for!”

Teague snapped, “She’s someone else’s wife, not yours! Why are you defending her?”

Judd clenched his fists, silent.