Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 378

The next day, Charlotte received the investigation report from Vera. As expected, it confirmed her suspicions.

Tricia’s alibi placed her at the Gracewell Aesthetics Institute, with Zoe as her witness.

Was Zoe so determined to keep her from returning to the Rayburn family purely out of old grudges? Charlotte wished she understood the real reason, but she was still in the dark.

“Lottie?!”

Her steps faltered as she entered the lobby of Vandermere Private Hospital and nearly collided with Wesley and Julian.

She’d almost forgotten—her mother, Mrs. Rayburn, was also admitted here, just on a different floor.

Wesley was already striding toward her, and Charlotte felt a stab of awkwardness. She should have realized they’d eventually run into each other under the same roof.

But she hadn’t expected to be stuck in the Capital for this many days.

“Wes…”

“I thought you’d gone back to Riverspire?” Wesley’s tone was both concerned and surprised.

“Yeah, weren’t you supposed to be back in Riverspire? What brings you running back here?” Julian, standing at Wesley’s side, looked just as curious.

Charlotte forced a smile. “Sorry, Wes, I wasn’t trying to keep this from you…”

Wesley’s brow furrowed. If she’d deliberately stayed behind in the Capital, could it be—

“Is this because of Evander?”

“No!” Charlotte’s denial was instant and perhaps a bit too sharp. Realizing she’d overreacted, she took a steadying breath. “That’s not it. I didn’t plan to stay, but since the divorce hasn’t gone through, I’m still legally part of the Howard family.”

She explained further, “Mrs. Howard promised me that if I stayed and helped Evander through his treatment, she’d persuade him to sign the divorce papers.”

“Do you really trust Miranda?” Wesley let out a short laugh. “She’d say anything for her son. Don’t let her string you along.”

Charlotte fell silent, at a loss for words.

Wesley took her gently by the wrist. “Come on, you’re coming with me to see the Howards.”

“Wes—”

She barely had time to protest when the elevator doors slid open and Evander stepped out.

“I’ll go with you,” Charlotte said right away.

Before they could head off, Evander interjected, as if it had just occurred to him, “I don’t think I’ve ever been formally introduced to my mother-in-law.”

Wesley’s expression darkened slightly.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, Evander was still his brother-in-law—at least on paper.

A thought seemed to strike Wesley, and he suddenly grinned. “Well then, Mr. Howard, if you’re my sister’s husband, shouldn’t you call me ‘brother’?”

Evander’s smile faded a fraction.

He was actually a year older than Wesley, and calling him “brother” stuck in his throat.

Wesley feigned disappointment. “What, Mr. Howard? Not willing to show a little respect?”

Charlotte could barely keep from laughing. Knowing Evander’s pride, she was sure he’d never say it—her brother was obviously just teasing him.

Evander’s jaw tightened, but after a moment he let out a short laugh. “Alright. Brother.”