Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 431

Charlotte remained frozen in his arms for a moment, her mind a complete blank.

Evander Howard's grip loosened slightly, and in that instant, she snapped back to reality, pulling away from him. "You've had too much to drink," she said, changing the subject. "I'll have Natalie come pick you up."

He let out a dry laugh. "You'd rather believe I'm drunk than believe I'm being sincere."

Her thoughts were a tangled mess. She avoided his gaze and said nothing.

He rose slowly and picked up his jacket. "Fine. Let's just say I'm drunk."

Just as he was about to leave, Charlotte reached out and grabbed his arm.

Evander froze, a flicker of hope in his eyes as he turned back to her.

But then Charlotte let go. "Since you've been drinking, you need to wait for Natalie. If something happens to you on the way home, I'll be held responsible."

So, she wasn't stopping him because she couldn't bear to see him go. She was just worried about being liable if he got into an accident.

The light in Evander's eyes dimmed and vanished. He pulled his arm away. "Don't bother."

Charlotte stood motionless, her heart pounding with a familiar anxiety as she watched him step into the elevator. After a moment's hesitation, she ran after him.

She didn't relax until she was downstairs and saw his car drive safely away into the distance.

Why had she been so anxious? she wondered. It must have been the fear of having to explain an accident to the Howard family. That was all.

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The next morning, Charlotte woke up to a message from Mrs. Rivers. Mrs. Lennox had confirmed that her daughter was with Finnick Vinterberg and that the two families had officially announced the engagement. The wedding was set for the beginning of next month.

After a brief handover, the plainclothes officers who had been guarding Tricia left. As they waited for the elevator, the younger officer spoke up. "Sir, they weren't happy about us taking over before, but now they're practically handing her over."

The senior officer's brow furrowed as he stepped into the elevator. "They brought a lawyer with them."

"A lawyer?" the young man asked, his eyes widening in understanding. "But this was ruled a premeditated murder!"

"You're still young," the senior officer said grimly. "Some things aren't as simple as they seem."

Instead of getting into their car, the senior officer stepped aside and made a phone call.

Meanwhile, in the hospital room, a female lawyer leaned in and whispered something to Tricia, whose vacant expression finally showed a flicker of life. Before the new guards outside could even register what was happening, Tricia lunged at the lawyer, tackling her to the ground and wrapping her hands around the woman's throat.

The commotion brought everyone running. They rushed in and pulled Tricia off the stunned lawyer.