Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 561

Shane set his glass down and slowly rose to face Wesley. "Weren't you two here? I figured you could handle it."

Wesley turned and gestured for Julian to leave. Once they were alone in the office, he walked behind his desk and sat down. "Setting my aunt kate business aside for a moment, it seems you haven't shown much concern for your own mother's situation either, have you?"

"My mother brought this upon herself," Shane sighed, walking over to a bookshelf and pulling out a book on finance. "I warned her, but she wouldn't listen. Since she chose to have a secret affair with Quincy, it was only a matter of time before it all came to light."

He spoke as if discussing a complete stranger, his face devoid of any emotion.

Wesley's fingertips drummed a restless rhythm on the desk, his sharp gaze fixed on Shane's back.

He knew his uncle hadn't come here just to catch up.

"You came to see me for a reason, didn't you?"

Shane placed the book back on the shelf and turned around, a look of helplessness on his face. "Wesley, I genuinely came here today to talk, heart to heart. You know, apart from the generational gap, we're close in age. In my heart, I've never seen you as a nephew, but as a younger brother."

"Being 'brothers' with my grandfather's son? I hardly think I'm worthy of such an honor. If you have nothing else to say, please show yourself out." Wesley gestured toward the door.

Shane's helpless expression faltered for a second before melting into a wry smile. "You're still as unforgiving as ever."

He slowly approached the desk, leaning forward with his hands on the edge. "Wesley, you and I both know how things work in this family, but I truly don't have a choice. My enemies are not you and your father, so I honestly don't want to be your opponent."

With those parting words, Shane left.

Not long after, Julian walked back in, curious. "What on earth did that guy want?"

Wesley's eyes darkened slightly. "He came to advise me. Or maybe, to warn me."

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She nodded. "I am."

"That's good," Mrs. Rivers sighed. "I only found out later that you had left Riverspire City. I always thought you were Old Mr. Carstairs's star pupil. I assumed he would have protected you, no matter what."

"I don't blame my mentor, really. He had no obligation to choose me over his own family. I understand."

She truly didn't blame Old Mr. Carstairs. If she were in his shoes, forced to choose between her father and her mentor, could she have made the right choice? There was no absolutely correct answer to begin with.

Mrs. Rivers looked at her calm, untroubled face and shook her head with a complex expression. "You're too sensible for your own good, child."

Charlotte smiled. "But I'm not a child anymore."

"In the eyes of your elders, aren't you always a child, no matter how old you get?" Mrs. Rivers gently patted the back of her hand. "Alright, let's not dwell on the past. As long as you're doing well in Eldermere City, that's all that matters. I just came by today to reminisce with your mother. Oh, right."