Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 337

The head nurse said, “Dr. Sterling is on vacation for a few days.”

Stevenson’s face fell, disappointment etched in his features. He asked, “Do you know when she’ll be back?”

“I’m not sure about that. Is there something I can help you with?”

“I…”

Stevenson hesitated, words catching in his throat. At that moment, Judd approached. “She’ll be back in a few days, Mr. Donovan. If you need anything in the meantime, you can come to me.”

“This is one of our specialists,” the head nurse added with a smile. “Anything Dr. Sterling can handle, Dr. Carstairs can take care of as well!”

Stevenson forced a stiff smile. “It’s not about a medical issue… Never mind.”

He turned to leave, moving slowly. Judd narrowed his eyes. “Is it about your daughter?”

Stevenson froze mid-step.

…

Charlotte returned to the hotel, and as she stepped inside, she spotted Natalie in the lobby. Not far behind her, a Bentley idled at the curb. Charlotte immediately guessed what was going on.

She walked straight to the car and knocked on the window.

The rear window rolled down slowly, revealing the silhouette of a man.

“Mr. Howard, you wanted to see me?”

“You went to see a lawyer today, didn’t you?”

Charlotte’s expression faltered for a moment, but she managed a strained smile. “I did. Unfortunately, Mr. Howard, you have such a fearsome reputation that no one wants to take my case.”

He let out a quiet laugh. “Then I suppose we’re not getting divorced.”

Her smile vanished. She said nothing.

“Your grandmother knows you’re back in town. She sent me to bring you home…” He paused, then added unhurriedly, “For dinner.”

“I’ve already repaid all my debts to your grandmother. I don’t owe her anything, so I don’t have to show up just to save face, do I?”

She made to leave, but Evander rested his arm on the window frame. “As long as we’re still married, you’re still her granddaughter-in-law.”

Well, great.

Charlotte clenched her jaw, then circled around and slipped into the car.

Evander smiled quietly, saying nothing more.

Back at the old family estate, Linette, who hadn’t seen Charlotte in ages, was momentarily stunned before hurrying over to fuss and check on her.

Charlotte trailed behind Evander, chatting softly with Linette. Evander didn’t bother waiting for her.

Eventually, Charlotte and Linette entered the living room. Ilse Sylvan Howard and her daughter, Genevieve, were deep in conversation. When they saw Charlotte, their expressions shifted—something uneasy, almost wary.

Ilse’s tone turned meaningful. “You’re still married. It doesn’t look right for you to stay at a hotel instead of home, does it?”

Charlotte frowned. She knew perfectly well where things stood between her and Evander, but Ilse insisted on making things awkward.

“Oh, come on. Why are you meddling in their business? Worry about your own daughter,” Miranda snapped. She’d always had it in for Ilse, and this time, Ilse had walked right into it.

“The Rayburns finally tracked down their long-lost daughter and threw a party—but didn’t invite you. Looks like you’re not getting that family connection after all.”

“Do you have to twist the knife like that?” Ilse shot back.

“Maybe you should listen to yourself. Do you even hear what you’re saying?”

“You—”

“Enough.” Rosemary closed her eyes in exasperation, her face darkening. “You’re both adults, yet you’re still arguing in front of the children. Isn’t that enough?”

Miranda rolled her eyes at Ilse, unconcerned.

Ilse, embarrassed, looked away, pretending not to see.

Evander idly turned his empty teacup in his hands, silent and unbothered—he’d seen it all before.

Charlotte slipped outside for some air.

She had just reached the garden when, perfectly timed, Genevieve came walking toward her—accompanied by Hans Winthrop.