Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 336

“That’s none of your business. The only daughter the Rayburn family will ever have is me.”

Loretta hung up without giving Tricia’s words a second thought.

Her DNA results proved she was the Rayburns’ biological daughter. Who cared who that other woman looked like?

Tricia nearly laughed out loud at Loretta’s arrogance.

What an idiot. Not a single thought in her head.

From the moment she had Loretta take Charlotte’s place as Evander’s so-called “savior,” and then watched Loretta move into the Rayburn family as their heiress, she’d had her suspicions.

How could it all be such a coincidence?

But as long as it wasn’t Charlotte, Loretta playing the Rayburn heiress only benefited her. Not a single downside.

Tricia was certain—Loretta would come crawling to her soon enough.

The next day.

Law Office.

Charlotte sat on the sofa, waiting. After a moment, the attorney strode in, a briefcase in hand. “Mrs. Howard, I’m terribly sorry to keep you waiting.”

“Evander won’t sign the papers. I want to file for divorce on my own.” Charlotte slid an envelope of cash toward him. “I can pay you more.”

The lawyer hesitated, looking uncomfortable. “Actually, Mrs. Howard, I was hoping to speak with you about that. I’m afraid I can’t take your case.”

She frowned. “You can’t?”

He sighed. “To be honest, it’s not just me. There isn’t a single lawyer in the city willing to go up against Mr. Howard right now.”

He pushed the envelope back to her. “The retainer you paid—I’ll refund it. You might want to find someone outside the city, or… just wait out the separation for two years.”

Charlotte stared at the returned cash. “Evander threatened you?”

The lawyer didn’t answer, but his uneasy expression said it all.

She didn’t press further. She quietly put the cash away and stood to leave.

Outside, Charlotte contacted another divorce attorney. As soon as she mentioned Evander’s name, the call was politely declined.

She descended the courthouse steps. A silver Mercedes was idling by the curb, half-hidden by the hedges. The man who stepped out was Jonathan—someone she hadn’t seen in ages.

Charlotte turned away, her voice cool. “Too bad…”

A sad smile twisted his lips, regret clouding his pale eyes.

Yeah. Too bad.

Riverspire Medical Center.

Before taking his days off, Judd reassigned all his patient consults to Gentry.

Gentry eyed him suspiciously. “You’re not planning to hunt down Charlotte, are you?”

Judd shot him a look, expression unreadable. “I’ve worked overtime every year. I’m allowed a few days off.”

Gentry grunted. “Fine, fine. You’re the boss. Whatever you say.”

Judd shrugged out of his white coat and left the office.

In the hallway, he caught sight of Stevenson hobbling toward the nurses’ station with a cane. Judd called out, “Is Dr. Sterling in?”