Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 477

"Why should I trust you?" Charlotte asked, remembering how Zoe had teamed up with Tricia before. She couldn't afford to be naive.

"You don't have to," Zoe replied, her face unreadable. "I've said what I needed to say."

With that, she turned and left.

Charlotte’s brow was furrowed in thought. To run or not to run—it was a gamble.

Zoe rejoined the white bodyguards and walked into a large hall where Neely was dining with Hans. The boy was still wary and reserved around Neely; he never knew he had a father and a grandfather in addition to his mother.

Zoe glanced at Hans, realizing he must be Tricia’s son. She walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "I never thought you'd bring the boy here."

Neely placed some food on Tricia's plate. "Did you go see that girl?"

Zoe paused, then smiled. "Why not? She is my niece, after all. Can't an aunt show a little affection?"

"Feeling sentimental?" Neely gave her a knowing look. "She is Sean's daughter, after all."

The smile left her face. "She's not my daughter."

Neely just smirked.

Hans, feeling out of place amidst the adult conversation, quickly finished his meal. Neely ruffled his hair. "Good boy, Hans. Why don't you go play with the bodyguards? You can ask them for anything you want."

Hans nodded and took a bodyguard's hand, leaving the room.

Neely picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. "I sent word to Sean. He should be showing up for his daughter, don't you think?"

Zoe's expression froze for a second, her hands tightening into fists. She said nothing.

Neely watched her reaction and smiled. "And it's all thanks to you that I know his precious daughter is the same little girl from all those years ago, isn't it?"

Zoe forced a smile, her face a mask of neutrality.

…

Night fell.

Charlotte began shouting from inside the room. Soon, a large man with an unfamiliar face and a local accent opened the door. "What's all the racket?"

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