Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 139

The lawyer sent the divorce papers to Howard Enterprises as a priority, confidential delivery, addressed directly to Evander.

Whenever a confidential file marked “urgent” arrived for Mr. Howard, the front desk staff always passed it straight to Natalie.

Natalie took one look at the envelope in her hand—the return address read “Southborough Legal Associates”—and hesitated for a moment. Still, she knew the rules: urgent confidential packages were for the recipient’s eyes only, and curiosity had never been worth her job.

She carried the envelope into the office. “Mr. Howard, this just came for you. It’s from Southborough Legal Associates.”

Evander was engrossed in a contract, flipping pages with a focused frown. At her words, he glanced up and took the envelope from her.

He had barely started to open it when his phone rang. He glanced at the screen—a call from the hospital.

He answered, listened, and after a moment, pressed out a gruff, “Understood.”

When the call ended, Evander set the envelope aside, pressed his palm to his brow, and rubbed his temples as if to dispel a headache. “Have someone keep an eye on Jonathan,” he said quietly.

Natalie simply nodded, her expression unreadable. “Of course.”

…

After completing her discharge papers, Charlotte walked downstairs with Rachel and spotted Jonathan already leaning against the car, waiting.

He was dressed casually today—denim shirt over a white tee, black jeans tucked into sturdy boots. With his youthful, handsome features, he could’ve easily passed for a college student; Charlotte almost didn’t recognize him.

“Jonathan, what are you—?”

“I invited him,” Rachel interrupted with a knowing smile. “Your mom already promised to have him over for dinner, you know. He did help your father out quite a bit these last few days.”

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