Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 99

Evander gestured for him to get in the car.

Director Sinclair circled around, pulled open the door, and slid into the passenger seat. "The officer on duty that night is a relative of Commissioner Yates. No matter how I pressed him, he just insisted he'd fallen asleep on shift and no one reported anything unusual to him."

"And the indoor surveillance? There's a maintenance log for that day. The staff in the control room assumed it was being fixed, figured the suspects were locked in together and nothing serious could go wrong, so…"

The further Sinclair explained, the more his voice trailed off, embarrassment coloring his words.

An oversight like this leading to a suspect getting gravely injured—if word reached the higher-ups, it wouldn't just be his job on the line.

Evander loosened his tie, his tone cool. "Asleep on duty, cameras down? Even if the holding cell surveillance was out, there should still be someone watching twenty-four seven, shouldn't there?"

He glanced over, an icy disdain in his eyes. "Director Sinclair, with such an obvious blunder, do you really not see what's going on here?"

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Sinclair's temple.

Evander's words were calm, almost casual, but beneath them was a pressure so sharp and dangerous that Sinclair hadn't felt anything like it since facing government ministers.

"Commissioner Yates." Evander repeated the name, then asked, "Which Commissioner Yates are we talking about?"

"The one from the Revenue Bureau."

"Ah. That explains it." Evander's gaze drifted out the window, his tone flat. "Then start by investigating his people."

Sinclair's shirt was already soaked through, the car's air conditioning making him shiver as he sat rigid. "But Mr. Howard, Commissioner Yates has connections with Mr. Rayburn…"

"The Rayburn family doesn't scare me."

Sinclair blinked, taken aback, then nodded. "Understood."

The next day.

Charlotte returned to the hospital for her shift, partly so she could keep an eye on Hiram. But as soon as she arrived, she was handed a suspension notice.

The reason? Her "scandal" had brought negative attention to the hospital.

She'd hoped to work out the last month of her contract, but clearly, someone had other plans.

Outside the hospital entrance, a Rolls-Royce was parked in the most conspicuous spot.

Natalie was waiting by the car, nodding politely. "Miss Sterling."

Charlotte walked down the steps just as the rear window glided down, revealing the chiseled, shadowed face of a man whose expression was as unreadable as ever.

Even now, Charlotte couldn't quite figure him out.

His eyes fell on the box in her arms, as if he'd expected this, and his voice was cool and unaffected. "You were planning to transfer anyway. Take this time to rest at home."

Charlotte heard the subtext and hesitated.

"So it was you who had me suspended?"

A faint smile played at Evander's lips. "I thought you could use a real break."

When she said nothing, he added in his usual, unhurried tone, "As for your brother, I've arranged for him to be moved to a better private hospital. He'll have round-the-clock care, and your family won't have to worry about the expenses."