Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 150

Charlotte ignored Evander’s burning gaze and walked straight to Winston. “Mr. Rivers, I’ve never been one to prove my abilities with words. Whether you believe in me or not is your choice. But if you choose to trust me, I won’t let you down.”

Winston faltered for a moment, perhaps realizing how he’d behaved earlier. Lowering his head in front of everyone, he murmured, “Miss Sterling, I apologize for doubting you before.” When he looked up again, his expression was grave. “You really are everything Dr. Chase said—a brilliant physician. No, I dare say, a born prodigy.”

“You’re too kind.”

Winston exchanged a few words with Tricia, then stayed by his wife’s side as she was wheeled to her room.

Inside the surgical department, praise for Charlotte was everywhere, drowning out the earlier rumors and negativity about her as if they had never existed.

Tricia watched as Evander’s eyes stayed fixed on Charlotte, who was now surrounded by colleagues. Her hand clenched involuntarily.

All those efforts to smear Charlotte’s reputation—all undone just because she pulled off this surgery.

“Evander,” Tricia said in a small voice, “I was wrong about Charlotte. It’s my fault…” She turned toward Charlotte, forcing herself to continue, “I was only thinking of the hospital’s reputation. If the surgery had failed, everyone’s job would have been on the line. Thankfully, it all went well and nothing disastrous happened.”

Charlotte looked at her with cold indifference, saying nothing.

“Oh, spare us the act,” one of the resident doctors scoffed, unable to hold back. “If Dr. Sterling hadn’t caught the problem with the anesthesia, the police would be here by now!”

“What was wrong with the anesthesia?”

A nearby doctor asked, curiosity piqued.

The resident snorted. “Ask Director Winthrop. She knows all about it.”

At once, every eye in the room turned to Tricia.

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