Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 346

“He’s lying in there right now, and you’re talking about giving him his freedom?” Miranda let out a bitter laugh, her eyes red with emotion. “I just watched the accident footage. If Evander hadn’t jerked the wheel toward your side, the driver’s seat wouldn’t have taken the worst of it! When people are in danger, their instincts kick in to protect themselves. But he—he chose to protect you. Other than a parent, who else in this world would do something like that?”

“Charlotte, if you had a shred of a heart, you wouldn’t be saying such cold things at a time like this!”

Charlotte unconsciously clenched her fists.

Suddenly, the light above the emergency room switched from red to green.

As Director Hale and Dean Chase stepped out, Miranda rushed over, her voice tight with worry. “How’s my son?”

“Mrs. Howard, you can rest easy,” Dean Chase said kindly. “Fortunately, the glass didn’t reach any major arteries. The surgery went very well—he’ll just need some time to recover.”

Miranda finally let out a shaky breath of relief.

Jensen smiled and offered his congratulations. “Told you, Miranda. Evander’s always been blessed—he’d pull through.”

The rest of the Howard family filed in to visit Evander, but Charlotte remained in the hall.

In the end, she turned and walked away.

She stepped out of the hospital, and two figures hurried toward her through the parking lot.

“Lottie!”

She looked up as Wesley and Julian came into focus. Wesley stopped in front of her, concern etched across his face. “Are you alright?”

She shook her head and forced a hoarse reply. “I’m fine…”

“I heard you and Evander were in an accident. Did you—besides that cut on your forehead, are you hurt anywhere else?”

“Wesley, it’s just a scratch. Nothing serious.”

Hearing this, Wesley’s tense shoulders finally relaxed.

Wesley lowered his gaze. “Honestly, if I hadn’t started questioning things, I wouldn’t have doubted the test results. They made it really hard to believe otherwise.”

“But who tampered with the results?”

“It was a relative from my mother’s side. He’s worked as a bodyguard for us for years—I never imagined he’d do something like that. I’m already digging into who was really behind it.”

As he spoke, Wesley placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Lottie, Dad doesn’t believe Loretta is his daughter anymore, either. But for the sake of that girl’s reputation, he said we need to handle things carefully first. Once it’s settled, he wants me to bring you home.”

Charlotte smiled faintly. “Alright.”

…

The next day, Loretta sat in her room, waiting for news. It was the first time she’d ever done something like this, and she’d barely slept all night, nerves stretched thin.

A text from an unknown number flashed onto her phone: [It’s taken care of.]