Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 339

“When are you coming back?”

Charlotte swiped her keycard and entered her hotel room, replying to his message: “Probably in a couple of days. Why?”

Judd: “One of your patients is looking for you.”

Her patient...

Charlotte was about to ask who it was when another message popped up: “A man named Donovan.”

She froze for a moment. After everything had blown up, she thought Stevenson would never want to see her again. She hadn’t expected this...

A few minutes later, Judd sent another message: “Aren’t you curious what he said to me?”

Charlotte: “What did he say?”

Judd: “Something about the real and the fake King Arthur.”

Charlotte was stunned for a second, then, as the meaning dawned on her, she couldn’t help but laugh:

“Thank you for that touching metaphor. Even the knights would shed a tear.”

In his kitchen, Judd glanced at her reply, one eyebrow arching in amusement as his fingers flew across the screen: “You’re welcome. So, have you figured out who’s the true heir to the Round Table?”

Charlotte: “At the very least, I’m the son of Arthur, not just a squire.”

Judd: “Indeed. The quest for the Holy Grail is full of twists and turns—finding family is no different.”

Lounging on the sofa, Charlotte stared at the messages, a gentle warmth unfurling in her chest.

Judd never once mentioned her identity directly; every quip was his way of reassuring her.

“Misspoke? I don’t think so. Sounds exactly like something you taught her,” Rosemary shot back.

“Mother, you misunderstand me! I would never—”

“And that scheme with the Rayburn family’s eldest son—don’t think I don’t know you masterminded it,” Rosemary’s gaze sharpened. “The Sylvan family is hardly anyone special. When you married into the Howards, did I say a word? And now you’re teaching your daughter to look down on others over family status? Who’s really not good enough for whom?”

“If we’re talking pedigree, the Sylvans are nothing compared to your sister-in-law, the Sutherlands. If I weren’t such an open-minded mother-in-law, you wouldn’t have gotten a foot through the Howard family’s door!”

Miranda sipped her tea, not bothering to join in.

Ilse’s face was ashen, her lips pressed tight. Years of suppressed frustration finally broke through. “You’re right. The Sylvans are nobodies compared to the Sutherlands or the Howards. That’s exactly why I care so much about status and security—I’ve lived through too much unfairness and hardship. Everything I’ve done has been to give my daughter a better life, hoping she could marry well and never have to worry about her future. Is that so wrong?”

Genevieve looked at her mother in shock—this was the first time Ilse had ever dared to talk back to her grandmother.

Rosemary glanced at Ilse, her expression unmoved, a wry smile playing on her lips. “If you truly cared about your daughter, you wouldn’t have taught her to be as ruthless as you. All you’ve done is ruin her reputation.”