Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 644

But the answer had already formed in his heart.

Evander took her hand, his voice low and raspy. “So-called social standing and status are just arbitrary standards, not everyone’s standards. I can’t pry too deeply into the Rayburn family’s affairs, but your uncle Caleb is determined. As for whether Mr. Rayburn will compromise for his son’s sake or remain stubborn, we can only wait and see.”

Charlotte Sterling squinted at him. “You’ve always been so well-informed about the Rayburns. Why are you suddenly not prying now?”

He let out a low chuckle. “I don’t know everything.” He paused for a moment before adding, “Except when it comes to you.”

She pulled her hand away and crossed her arms. “Such a sweet-talker. No wonder you managed to charm my dad into acting like a completely different person.”

Evander leaned closer to her, unable to hold back a smile. “Then I’ll just have to keep trying.”

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Cedar Ridge Villas.

The vast, spacious living room was unnaturally quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the crystal chandelier, which cast fragmented, shimmering light onto the mirror-like marble floor.

Nannie Lane sat on the sofa. Known for her dazzling presence on screen, she couldn’t deny feeling a little tense in front of Mr. Rayburn. But despite her caution, she maintained a dignified and composed demeanor. “I’m very happy you could come in person,” she said. “At least you’ve had a chance to meet Cannon.”

Mr. Rayburn fiddled with a pair of polished walnuts in his hand, his gaze shifting to the young boy doing his schoolwork in the room. The boy’s back was straight as he focused intently on his books, never once getting distracted.

A display case in the living room was filled with all sorts of school awards and trophies.

He slowly looked away, glancing at the untouched cup of tea on the table. “You certainly know how to raise a child.”

Hearing his voice, Cannon happily ran out from the other room. “Dad!”

He didn't notice the tense atmosphere in the living room. He had no idea that the man visiting his mother was his own grandfather, simply assuming he was a friend or a director trying to cast her in a film.

As Cannon ran toward him, Caleb instinctively stepped in front of the boy, shielding him. He looked at Mr. Rayburn, his voice tight with restraint. “If you have any grievances, direct them at me. Don’t make things difficult for them.”

Mr. Rayburn slowly rose to his feet, his gaze shifting from Caleb to Cannon, who was peeking out from behind his father with curious eyes. The boy’s bright, resilient gaze held a faint shadow of his father’s youth.

He was silent for a moment, his voice unreadable. “What, are you afraid I’ll do something to them?”

“Wouldn’t you?” Caleb met his stare. “That has always been your way.”