Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 83

"Oh my god, is this really happening? This drama is wild!"

"Didn't someone see her staying at Tranquility Manor just a few days ago? How could it not be true?"

"Everyone in neurosurgery knows Mr. Howard went public about dating Director Winthrop. Now Dr. Sterling is pulling this stunt—is she just trying to steal her boyfriend?"

Two nurses strode through the corridor, their voices loud enough for Charlotte to hear them from her hospital room.

No doubt, they were saying it for her benefit.

Charlotte let out a cold, amused huff.

A homewrecker? Really?

Who, exactly, was the homewrecker here?

She didn't care much for their gossip.

But Hiram was another story.

...

Hiram sat in a sedan parked in the hospital's underground garage, his eyes cold and fixed on Tricia as she climbed out of a car a few spaces away. He tucked a wrench up his sleeve, then stepped out after her.

Tricia stopped in front of the elevator, answering a call.

Whatever she heard shocked her. "What did you say? Evander got involved with that mental patient's case?"

Mrs. Fontaine was on the other end, her voice tight with panic. "Yes, I have no idea why Mr. Howard would step in. I'm worried if that idiot exposes me, your sister and her husband will never let me off the hook!"

Her husband owed his cushy position at the hospital to the fact that his brother-in-law was head of the Revenue Bureau. If this blew up, she wouldn't just ruin things for her husband—she'd go down too.

Tricia chewed her thumbnail, eyes dark. "Damn it. I should've just had him throw acid, ruined that bitch's face for good—Evander would never—"

She stopped, suddenly sensing someone behind her.

She spun around.

The man raised the wrench and brought it down with brutal force.

Her phone flew from her grasp, skidding into the corner by the trash. Mrs. Fontaine's frantic voice crackled from the speaker: "Tricia? Tricia!"

...

Charlotte forced herself upright, stumbling toward the door, her voice trembling. "I know, I know all of it, Hiram. But you can't do this! Don't throw your life away!"

"Ma'am!" Lana rushed over to steady her. "You shouldn't be out of bed!"

Charlotte was frozen, her blood running cold. She seized Lana's arm, gasping for breath. "Quick—find Evan—"

"Charlotte," Hiram said, "I also know about your husband's affair."

Charlotte stopped dead in her tracks.

"Don't worry, I'll take responsibility. Even if I end up in prison, I'll protect you," Hiram said softly, and hung up.

Charlotte called him back—his phone was off.

All the color drained from her face. If Hiram really did hurt Tricia, he—and the entire Sterling family—would be finished.

She couldn't let her brother destroy himself.

She immediately dialed Evander's number.