Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 46

Just moments ago, Tricia had been all sweetness and polite smiles, but now she held herself with unmistakable superiority. After all, Evander had given her this power—she'd be a fool not to make the most of it.

Charlotte quietly twisted a tissue in her hands, her expression unchanging. "So, does Director Winthrop have other plans for me?"

Tricia folded her arms and shot a glance at her son.

Hans scampered over, tugging at her sleeve with a whine. "Mom, I want a chocolate cupcake. Can you ask her to get me one? Please?"

Tricia made a show of hesitating, then turned to Charlotte. "Dr. Sterling, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to run a little errand. Buy a cupcake for Evander's son and me, would you? I'm sure that's not too much to ask."

She put extra emphasis on "Evander's son and me," as if reminding Charlotte that she was an outsider—someone who could never be part of their little family of three.

It was almost laughable, flaunting her status as the "wife" in front of the real one.

But Tricia had no idea—Charlotte had been prepared for every possible outcome since the moment she'd learned about Evander's affair and the existence of his illegitimate child.

So whether Tricia was trying to test her or simply make her look small, Charlotte simply didn't care anymore.

"It's just a cupcake, isn't it?" Charlotte pulled out her phone, her voice cool and unhurried. "Hardly a challenge."

She stepped out of the office.

Tricia watched her leave, the corners of her mouth curling in satisfaction.

In the end, wasn't Charlotte just like a well-trained dog—ready to do whatever she was told?

Meanwhile, at the top of the stairs, Charlotte placed an order for dessert delivery on her phone, then returned to her own office.

…

Tricia and Hans waited for ages, until there was finally a knock at the door.

"Excuse me, is Miss Winthrop here?" a delivery guy called out.

Tricia rose from the couch, frowning in confusion. "I'm… yes, that's me."

"This is your order from Sweet Treats Bakery."

"I didn't order anything."

He double-checked the address. "But this is the neurology director's office, right? You just said you're Miss Winthrop."

She turned to remind them, "Room thirteen is our stroke patient. Make sure you monitor his temperature and blood pressure during rounds. If anything seems off, act immediately."

They nodded. "Yes, Doctor."

Once they'd left, Charlotte started back toward the ward—but a harsh voice called out behind her.

"Charlotte!"

She turned to see Evander striding toward her, his face thunderous.

Before she could react, his hand shot out.

Smack.

The slap landed just below her ear. It wasn't especially hard, but it was enough to make her go cold inside.

She slowly turned to face him. First came shock in her eyes, then disappointment, and finally a chilling calm that wiped away anything human from her expression.

Evander's jaw tightened; his eyes were cold, yet something tense and restrained flickered within them. "Charlotte, you're insane. How could you hurt a child like that?"