Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 93

Charlotte's hand froze on the doorknob. She stood rigid outside the room, unable to believe what she'd just heard Xavier say.

Taken in…

Who was taken in?

Did he mean her?

"So now you're blaming me?"

Her mother, Rachel, who had been holding back her emotions for so long, finally snapped. "Why don't you talk about how your own mother sold your newborn daughter? The Sterlings always looked down on girls, so you sold my child off like she was nothing!"

Her voice trembled with years of pent-up pain. "You have no idea what it's like, Xavier. I lost my daughter, and in the depths of that grief I found Lottie. Do you think you understand any of that? All you ever cared about was whether the child was a boy or not. Even I was just a means for your precious Sterlings to carry on their family name!"

Rachel had buried these words deep inside for years.

But after the accident with Hiram, she finally found the courage to face her domineering husband—and the injustice that had defined their marriage.

Xavier said nothing. His silence only grew heavier.

Rachel wiped her tears, and in that moment, she noticed Charlotte standing outside the door.

She stood up slowly, her voice faltering. "Lottie?"

Charlotte could barely process what she'd just heard, but she forced herself to hold it together.

She pushed open the door and stepped in, her voice raw. "Is… is my brother still unconscious?"

"…Not yet awake," Rachel replied, blinking as she gathered herself. After a pause, she asked, "Lottie, did you hear what we said just now?"

Charlotte tried to appear unfazed, dropping her gaze, but her eyes stung and filled with tears. She nodded. "I heard everything. All the questions I've carried in my heart for so many years… finally make sense."

"You favored my brother because he's your real child. I'm not, am I?"

"When did your precinct get the right to take justice into its own hands?" Evander's tone was icy.

Sinclair paled. "Mr. Howard, I swear I had no idea at first—I only found out later, after it happened!"

Evander's lips curled in a humorless smile. "So you found out, and chose to cover it up?"

He walked past Sinclair, settling onto the sofa and pouring himself a cup of tea. "Just because the victim is an ordinary person, no one cares? Director Sinclair, I don't think I need to spell out the consequences for negligence, do I?"

Sinclair wiped the sweat from his brow. He could sense that the person who'd been hurt must have some powerful backing.

"Mr. Howard, I promise—I'll get to the bottom of this and give you a proper explanation."

Evander took a slow sip of tea, his eyes unreadable. "You have two days."

Sinclair forced a smile, steeling himself. "Understood."