Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 365

Ilse could see the worry on her daughter’s face. She composed herself and reached over, covering Genevieve’s hand with her own. “This might actually be for the best. She’s still your sister-in-law, isn’t she? As long as she and Evander aren’t divorced, you should use this chance to get on her good side—”

“You always want me to make nice with her!” Genevieve jerked her hand away, her patience finally snapping. “But what’s the point? You know perfectly well Charlotte and I never got along. Now that you know she’s a Rayburn, you want me to swallow my pride and flatter her?”

Ilse was taken aback. “Genevieve, I’m only thinking of your—”

“No, you’re just thinking of yourself!” Genevieve shot back. She stood up, abandoning her breakfast untouched, and stormed upstairs.

Ilse slammed her fork onto the table in frustration, fuming over her daughter’s attitude.

*

Across town, Tricia only learned Loretta had been detained when she saw the news. So the idiot had finally blown their cover—a complete liability who couldn’t do anything right. Worse yet, Loretta had probably given her up as well.

Tricia knew she couldn’t stay in Riverspire City any longer. She called Professor Aldridge, hoping to secure a spot in the overseas internship program.

Professor Aldridge was having tea with Old Mr. Carstairs when Tricia’s call came in. Hearing her request, he sounded genuinely puzzled. “With your qualifications, you hardly need to go abroad for experience. In fact, I was considering having you take over my work.”

Tricia froze, a glint of excitement flashing in her eyes. “Take over... your work?”

“Wouldn’t you like that?”

“I—” Tricia clenched her fist. The career, the prestige she’d always craved, was finally within reach. Was she really going to walk away? Could she live with that?

Of course not.

In Professor Aldridge’s eyes, she was a key member of the team. As long as he continued to protect her, and with Loretta lacking any solid evidence, the police couldn’t touch her for now.

“I’d be honored to,” she said, her tone unwavering.

*

Meanwhile, Charlotte received a text from Old Mr. Carstairs. As she suspected, the moment Loretta went down, Tricia tried to run.

Thankfully, her gamble had paid off—Tricia would never give up a shot at climbing higher.

Charlotte packed up her coffee and left the café, heading for her hotel. As she reached the curb, she glanced up, only to spot a black Rolls-Royce idling a short distance away.

She recognized the license plate immediately.

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