Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 357

Charlotte frowned slightly, Genevieve’s words echoing in her mind—Evander was in the ICU?

But hadn’t his surgery been a success?

Judd noticed her unease. “What’s wrong?”

She snapped back to the present and tucked her phone away. “It’s nothing.” Turning to Julian, she asked, “Does my brother need to see me?”

Julian nodded. “He’s waiting for you in the upstairs dining room.”

Charlotte glanced at Judd.

He smiled gently. “Maybe it’s urgent. Go ahead.”

Charlotte followed Julian into the elevator. When they reached the restaurant upstairs, Julian led her to a private room. Inside, only Wesley was waiting.

“Hey,” Charlotte greeted, walking over.

Wesley motioned for her to sit, then slid a folder across the table. “This is the accident investigation report. It looks like your suspicions were right—Loretta wired money to this person.”

Charlotte flipped through the documents. Judging by the photo on the driver’s ID, she was certain she’d never met this person before.

She frowned. “Loretta and I have no real conflict. She’d have no reason to want me dead—unless…”

“Unless someone else was pulling her strings,” Wesley finished, calmly pouring her a glass of water. “I’m not sure yet if this has anything to do with whoever tampered with the DNA test.”

Charlotte fixed her gaze on him. “You know who did it, don’t you?”

Wesley nodded and pushed a business card her way. “It was her.”

The name “Zoe” stared up at Charlotte, sending a jolt through her. Wesley’s voice echoed, “To be precise, she’s our aunt—our mother’s younger sister.”

Charlotte reached into her purse, pulling out a business card for comparison. It was identical. “The director of Gracewell Aesthetics Institute is actually Mom’s sister?”

“You’ve met her?” Wesley looked surprised.

Charlotte nodded absently, connecting the dots. So that “chance meeting” the other day hadn’t been by chance at all—Zoe had recognized her from the start.

She brushed a hand through her hair, recalling how her strands had gotten tangled in Zoe’s ring. The realization dawned. “She used my hair to switch Loretta’s DNA test results. But why?”

She wondered what she’d say first. Should she ask about his condition? Or accuse him of pulling another vanishing act, like he did back in Riverspire?

She had her words ready, but before she could speak, a stranger’s saccharine voice answered on the other end. “Hello? Who is this?”

It wasn’t Natalie, Genevieve, or Tricia…

Charlotte paused, frowning and double-checking the number.

No mistake.

“Hello? Are you there?”

“Who’s calling?” a man’s low voice rumbled in the background.

“I don’t know, they’re not saying anything. Maybe it’s a wrong number?”

As the phone was about to be handed over, Charlotte hurriedly hung up, a wry smile tugging at her lips.

She really shouldn’t have made that call.