Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 381

Charlotte stared at him in confusion, unmoving.

Miranda, still seething, forced herself to calm down before turning to Evander. “What are you thinking?”

He broke his scone in half. “The Sterlings raised her. Are you really going to stop her, and let everyone accuse her of being ungrateful?”

Miranda’s frown deepened. “But what about you?”

Evander paused, his gaze landing on Charlotte’s face. “I’ll go with her.”

Charlotte froze, caught off guard.

“Are you out of your mind?” Miranda’s expression twisted in alarm. “With your health, you think you need more trouble?”

He shrugged, almost careless. “I’m not dying yet. Staying in the hospital all day is boring anyway—think of it as a little vacation.”

Miranda looked positively ill, glaring daggers at Charlotte.

Charlotte ignored her. “I don’t need you to come.”

“It’s my choice.” His eyes were serious, dark. “If anything happens, it’s not on you.”

“Evander!” Miranda’s voice cracked, her eyes rimmed red.

Her own son, contradicting her for the sake of a woman who barely cared for him—how could she not be furious?

“Is my health more important, or your objections?” Evander’s pointed question left her speechless. When she said nothing, he continued at a measured pace, “Staying in the hospital isn’t exactly helping my recovery. And it’s not like I’m dying of some incurable disease, right?”

Miranda stood there, at a loss for words.

After a long silence, she drew a shaky breath. “It’s not just up to me. Your father has to agree.”

He nodded. “I’ll talk to him.”

With white-knuckled hands gripping her handbag, Miranda shot Charlotte a venomous look. “If anything happens to him, I won’t forgive you.”

Charlotte said nothing.

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