Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 577

Miranda ate every last bite. Just as the silence began to feel heavy, Evander broke it. “How’s Grandma?”

The atmosphere eased. “Your grandmother is fine,” she replied. “She knew your Uncle Jensen had switched her medication, so she intentionally took some, but not a lethal dose.”

“Your grandmother had hoped to see a shred of remorse in your Uncle Jensen, but it’s a pity. He's completely blinded by his own greed now.”

Evander poured a glass of water. “Uncle Jensen must have accumulated a lot of resentment over the years.”

Miranda sighed. “Your Uncle Jensen never had much of a backbone; he's not cut out for business. Your grandmother knew that, which is why she never let him run things on his own. But he never saw it that way. All he saw was her favoritism toward you and your father.”

She looked up at Evander, a hint of weariness in her eyes. “Once you’ve taken care of things here, will you come home?”

“I will,” he said softly.

The air grew thick with unspoken thoughts. After a moment, Evander set his glass down with a soft click. “But I think Uncle Jensen and Aunt Ilse may have already known I was in Eldermere City.”

Miranda froze for a second before the realization hit her. “So, Jensen went after your grandmother because he knew you were alive?”

“Otherwise, he would have made his move months ago,” Evander said. A complex expression crossed Miranda's face. After a moment’s thought, she said, “Your father is in charge of the Howard family for now, so we can hold them off. Their plan failed this time, but who knows what they'll try next.”

Sensing her anxiety, Evander answered firmly, “Don’t worry, I have Natalie keeping an eye on them. They won’t succeed.”

Miranda let out a sigh of relief.

“By the way,” he said, his lips parting slightly, “there’s something else I need to tell you.”

…

The next morning, Charlotte didn’t see her father downstairs. She went to the table, pulled out a chair, and sat down. “Did Dad leave early?”

Wesley lowered his magazine. “What do you think? His precious daughter is getting back together with the ex-husband who broke her heart. He's probably going to need a few days to sulk.”

Charlotte was speechless. Stirring her oatmeal, she mumbled, “I guess… you could call it a twisted fate.”

As she looked down to eat her oatmeal, she missed the dark, complicated look that flickered in Wesley's eyes, hinting at something he couldn't say…

Wesley ended up accompanying Charlotte to the Rayburn estate. Their father was supposed to go, but he couldn't face the reality of the situation and had made an excuse to get out of it.

As they were walking through the garden, they had the misfortune of running into Shane.

Charlotte was still thinking about what he'd said during their last meeting. It was clear from his warning that he wouldn't hesitate to act against anyone who opposed him.

Shane glanced at Charlotte before his gaze shifted to Wesley. “You’ve been coming back to the Rayburn estate more often since Charlotte returned.”

Charlotte glanced at her brother.

Wesley’s expression was blank, a mixture of aloofness and caution. “Stop keeping tabs on our family’s business.”

“What I’m keeping tabs on isn’t your family’s business,” Shane said, stopping in front of Wesley. He reached out as if to adjust a pin on his lapel, but when Wesley leaned away slightly, his hand shifted to brush imaginary dust from his shoulder. “I told you, I don’t want to be your enemy.”