Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 137

With strangers present, Rachel quickly wiped away her tears and stood up, her voice steady but subdued. “Jonathan, you’re here.”

Over the past three days, Jonathan had been helping with all the arrangements after Xavier’s passing, so Rachel had come to appreciate him.

Jonathan nodded. “I was worried you’d be overwhelmed.”

Rachel gave a tired, bitter smile. “It’s alright. Just lay him to rest. There’s no need for a ceremony.”

She thought, perhaps, her husband’s spirit would not want to witness the scene that had just played out.

Rachel carried Xavier’s ashes to the cemetery. Only four people were there: herself, Charlotte, Jonathan, and Jonathan’s driver.

The funeral was done.

…

Howard Manor.

Evander stared absently at his phone, lost in thought. For three whole days, Charlotte hadn’t come home. Not a single call, not even a message.

“Evander!” Miranda burst into the study, fuming. “Have you lost your mind? How could you let that little brat move into the Howard family home!”

Evander put his phone away and lifted his gaze, eyes heavy-lidded. “He’s just a child.”

“He’s not your child! Why are you getting involved?” Miranda was on the verge of exploding. “What, don’t want to have your own so you need someone else’s?”

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes as if to gather himself. The fatigue was etched into his handsome features. “He’s just staying at the manor for a while.”

“I don’t approve!”

He let out a low chuckle. “It’s not as if you’ll have to look after him.”

“Evander, are you really that dense or just pretending? If you keep him here, what will people think? What about Charlotte?”

Miranda wanted to pry open his head to see if he and his father shared the same brain, the same stubborn ideas.

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