Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 80

The next morning, Lana arrived as usual to deliver breakfast to Charlotte. As she reached the front of the building, she spotted that familiar Rolls-Royce parked by the entrance.

The chauffeur stepped out to open the rear door, and Evander emerged, fastening the buttons on his suit jacket with practiced ease.

Lana gave him a respectful nod. "Good morning, sir."

Evander's gaze drifted to the insulated food container in her hands. His tone was calm, almost indifferent. "Who's the meal for?"

"Uh... it's for Mrs. Sterling." Lana's expression was awkward—she'd promised not to mention anything.

But if Mr. Sterling asked directly...

He fell silent for a moment, a faint crease forming between his brows. "Is something wrong with her?"

Lana snuck a glance at him. How could he not know his own wife was in the hospital? The more she thought about it, the more sorry she felt for Charlotte. These two young newlyweds—who knew what silent standoff they were locked in? One refused to speak, and the other seemed utterly unbothered.

"She's been admitted to the hospital. I'm just bringing her breakfast."

"Hospitalized?" Evander's face darkened a shade. "Since when?"

"Three days ago," Lana said quickly, noticing his expression. "Mrs. Sterling didn't want to worry you, so she made me promise not to tell."

Suddenly, a small, wry smile tugged at his lips. "She told you that?"

Lana blinked, then nodded honestly. That was more or less what Charlotte had said.

He gave a soft grunt. "I see. Go on, then."

Lana took the container and, seeing that he made no move to rush to the hospital, hesitated as if wanting to say more—but thought better of it. She hurried away, her heart a little heavy.

Meanwhile, at the hospital, police officers arrived to take Charlotte's statement and record the details of the incident.

They briefed Charlotte on the suspect's background: a history of mental illness, multiple violent episodes, and documented incidents across several districts.

Charlotte sat in stunned silence for a long time, confusion clouding her features. "But... even if he was having a psychotic episode, how did he manage to find the hospital so precisely—and find me?"

The two officers exchanged a look. She wasn't the only one who found it strange. If not for the testimony from other precincts and the psychiatric evaluations confirming uncontrollable violent behavior, even they would have suspected he was faking.

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