Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 316

Wesley gently brushed her hand aside, his expression cold and distant. “If you truly cared about her, you would have come back to see her sooner.”

Zoe’s smile froze, and she said nothing.

“I have things to take care of. I’ll be leaving now.”

“All right.”

Zoe watched as he got into his car and drove away. The smile slowly faded from her face. She slipped out her phone and dialed a number. “Did you hand over the test results?”

After hearing the response on the other end, a look of satisfaction crossed her features. Her lips curled into a dark, sinister smile. “Sean Rayburn… You and your wife want your daughter back, but I won’t make it that easy for you.”

All those years ago, she’d switched her own stillborn infant with their child. There was no way she’d ever let them find their real daughter now.

…

At the nurses’ station, Charlotte was reviewing Stevenson’s medical chart with a focused look when Judd appeared behind her without warning. “Is that chart really that fascinating?”

She started and turned around. “Professor Carstairs—you’re back? I thought you’d gone home for the day.”

“I did go home, but I haven’t retired yet, you know.” He glanced at the chart in her hands, then asked, “Is there a problem?”

“No… Mr. Donovan’s already been moved to a regular room. He’s recovering well.”

She set the chart aside.

But Judd wasn’t about to let it go that easily. “Then what are you looking at?”

“Doesn’t Stevenson have a daughter? She still hasn’t come to see him. I guess I was just curious…”

She let the excuse hang there.

“You seem awfully interested in other people’s family drama.”

“Do I? Not really.”

Judd’s gaze lingered on her. “Is that so? Because Gentry told me you’ve been asking him about me and my family.”

She was caught off guard.

When had she ever asked about that?

When?

“That wasn’t me. He—”

Two days later, Charlotte and Noreen were making their rounds as usual.

As they reached the floor where Stevenson was staying, raised voices erupted from one of the rooms.

A nurse hovered at the doorway, trying to intervene, but with little success.

Charlotte and Noreen exchanged a glance and hurried over.

Inside, Stevenson hurled a cup at the wall. “Get out! I don’t have a daughter like you!”

“Fine! I was never your daughter anyway. You can rot alone for all I care!”

Loretta stormed out of the room, seething with anger.

She nearly collided with Charlotte and Noreen in the hallway. Charlotte fixed her with a look.

Loretta shot Charlotte a glance, gave a dismissive huff, and stalked off, head held high.

Noreen watched her go and clicked her tongue. “Girls these days—so much attitude.”

Charlotte didn’t reply, instead glancing through the observation window into the room.