Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 598

Charlotte went to the nursing home to visit her mother, but when she entered the room, it was empty except for a nurse folding a blanket. "Where's my mother?" Charlotte asked, approaching her.

"Mrs. Rayburn? A gentleman took her downstairs for a walk a little while ago."

Charlotte paused. "Which gentleman?" The nurse had seen her father and brother before and would have recognized them. Could it be Evander?

"A rather handsome man," the nurse replied.

A sudden blankness washed over Charlotte's mind. Shane.

She bolted downstairs, nearly calling Loretta for Shane's number on the way. But then, in a garden below, she found them. Her mother was in a wheelchair with Shane standing behind her. It seemed her mother was more lucid, as she was even chatting with him.

"Mom!" Charlotte walked straight toward them.

Mrs. Rayburn looked at her, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. "Lottie?"

Charlotte shot a quick glance at Shane before kneeling in front of her mother. "Mom, you remember me?"

"Of course, I remember. How could I not?" Mrs. Rayburn reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from Charlotte's forehead, her smile gentle. "You're my precious daughter. A mother never forgets her child."

A lump formed in Charlotte's throat. It was true. If not for Alzheimer's, what mother could ever forget her own child? She blinked back her tears and stood up. "Uncle Shane, thank you for taking my mother for a walk. Now, may I take her back?"

"Of course." Shane shrugged, letting go of the wheelchair and handing it over to her.

"The tax dispute at Rayburn Group—wasn't that your doing, Uncle Shane?" she countered, cutting through his pretense. "How could this be a misunderstanding?"

Instead of getting angry, Shane laughed and walked to the side. "Yes, I admit it. But that's a matter between me and Wesley, nothing more. Besides, he's so clever, how could a little thing like this possibly stump him?"

Charlotte stared at him, completely bewildered. His tone wasn't one of hatred, but rather of complaint, of frustrated disappointment… as if he were acting out some childish tantrum. "What… what is your relationship with Wesley?" Were they former friends turned enemies, or… Charlotte didn't dare let her thoughts go further. The idea was too absurd.

Shane looked at her, his face alight with a smile. "What kind of relationship would you like it to be?"

She had never seen Shane smile like this, and she had to admit, he was strikingly handsome. His features were delicate, almost androgynous, and he hadn't inherited the Rayburn patriarch's looks. But as she looked closer, she realized he didn't resemble Hulda either.