Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 412

Charlotte stepped out onto the balcony, phone pressed to her ear. “Say that again?”

“Tricia was rushed to the hospital by the police,” Vera whispered from her hiding spot, practically covering her mouthpiece so no one would overhear. “I asked around—her spleen ruptured, she lost a lot of blood, and she has a concussion. They just stabilized her and moved her to the ICU.”

Vera’s voice dropped even lower. “There are officers posted outside her room. When I managed to sneak in, I saw for myself—she’s in bad shape, even lost control of her bladder. But here’s the weird part: wasn’t she supposed to be in custody? How did this happen…”

Charlotte’s brow furrowed. Even she had no idea what was going on.

She’d considered the possibility that this was all an act on Tricia’s part—a desperate ploy for bail. But who would go so far as to land themselves in intensive care just to fool the police?

“Maybe it’s karma finally catching up with her!” Vera scoffed. “After all, she did the same thing to your brother Hiram. Now she’s getting what she deserves!”

Charlotte hesitated, the words striking a chord.

Deserved it? Was that really all this was?

It didn’t feel like an accident—especially not when everything fit together so conveniently.

“Charlotte?” Vera prompted, sensing her silence.

Charlotte snapped out of her thoughts. “Okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

“Don’t mention it! You know you can always count on me,” Vera replied, her tone lightening.

After the call ended, Mrs. Rivers appeared, her shawl wrapped firmly around her shoulders. “Heading back already?”

Charlotte nodded. “Yes, thank you for having me today.”

Mrs. Rivers took her hand with a warm smile. “You’re always welcome here, dear. Come by as often as you like.”

…

Tricia regained consciousness to find her body refusing to cooperate. Her left ear felt blocked, as if someone had stuffed it with cotton—no sound came through at all.

“What’s wrong with my ear?” She ignored the pain and tried to sit up. A nurse hurried over and pressed her gently back onto the bed. “Ms. Winthrop, you can’t get up yet!”

“My ear—I can’t hear anything!” Tricia clutched at the nurse’s arm, panic rising in her voice, her composure unraveling into frantic screams.

The commotion brought the police officers running. They stepped between her and the nurse, separating them.

“My ear—I can’t hear! This is all their fault! They planned this, I know it!” Tricia’s face was flushed with rage, veins standing out on her neck as she shrieked. “Officer, they’re behind this! Someone told them to do it—it was Charlotte, it had to be her!”

“We’ll investigate thoroughly, Ms. Winthrop,” the officer said, his tone soothing but firm. “No one will be overlooked, but for now you need to calm down.”

He paused, then added, “Is there any family member you’d like us to call? We can allow someone to stay with you.”

Family…

A cold glint passed through Tricia’s eyes. She bit her lip, thinking, and finally nodded. “Yes. There’s someone.”

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