Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 308

“Leaving the hospital?”

A flicker of worry crossed his face. “Staying here just… makes me uneasy.”

Vera approached, carrying an IV bag, and drew back the curtain. “Mr. Donovan, it’s time for your injection.”

“Nurse, when can my husband go home?”

Of course Candida hoped he’d be discharged soon—her husband wanted to leave, so she supported him without a second thought.

Vera smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, but it depends on the doctor’s orders. Besides, Mr. Donovan just had surgery; it hasn’t even been three days yet.”

Disappointment showed on both their faces.

Noticing this, Vera made casual conversation while administering the IV. “Is something urgent going on at home?”

Stevenson hurried to reassure her. “Oh—no, nothing urgent. I just… miss being home.”

Vera let the topic drop.

That evening, over dinner at home, Vera brought up Stevenson’s request to leave the hospital.

Charlotte ladled soup into a bowl. “He wants to be discharged already?”

“Yeah, they’re a bit odd, that couple. His wife too—her husband just had surgery, and she’s not even trying to stop him from leaving.”

Charlotte stifled a laugh. “Older folks hate staying in the hospital. They think it’s a waste of money, probably just want to save where they can.”

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Vera stood up. “I’ll get it.”

She opened the door and, recognizing the man outside, quickly stepped aside. “Mr. Howard, hello. Please come in.”

Evander stepped inside as Vera went to the kitchen to fetch an extra place setting.

Seeing this, Charlotte said, “If he’s hungry, he’ll help himself. You don’t need to fuss over him.”

Vera glanced at Evander, then quietly set the dishes down. “Alright then.”

Evander pulled out a chair and sat. “Looks like quite a feast tonight.”

“Well, there’s no reason not to treat ourselves.”

He smiled, saying nothing.

Natalie and the bodyguards quietly left.

Charlotte pressed her lips together and turned away. “It’s not convenient.”

He glanced around. “Four bedrooms, two living rooms—there are two guest rooms. What’s inconvenient?”

She frowned. “Vera’s still here, you know!”

Evander looked as if he suddenly understood. “So if Vera wasn’t here, you wouldn’t mind?”

She gritted her teeth. “Evander, don’t twist my words.”

He smiled faintly, eyes glinting with mischief. “I really thought that’s what you meant.”

Charlotte was silent for a moment, then met his gaze. “Clinging to people like this really doesn’t suit you.”

His smile faded, a hint of bitterness in his eyes. “How would I know if it suits me unless I give it a try?”

Charlotte set down her utensils and stood up slowly. “You can stay tonight—but you’re moving next door tomorrow.”

He nodded. “Alright.”