Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 605

Evander frowned slightly. "So, the Rayburn's youngest is actually a daughter?"

"It's the only explanation. No normal woman would take that stuff," Elliot said with a shrug.

Charlotte quickly asked, "What are the side effects?"

"The reason drugs like these are banned is because they're highly addictive. If you stop taking a powerful compound like this after prolonged use, you'll experience intense withdrawal—not just physical discomfort, but psychological torture. It's basically a drug you have to take to your grave. They say this specific population in Terralania doesn't have a long lifespan, but these potent drugs can be fatal at any time."

As Elliot finished his explanation, Charlotte drew a sharp breath. The car fell silent.

Elliot was dropped off midway, leaving the driver in a dilemma. "Mr… Mr. Howard, should we first go to…"

Charlotte turned to look at Evander. "To the—"

"Midvale Estates." They spoke at the same time. The word "hotel" died on Charlotte's lips, cut off by Evander's reply. She looked away, her cheeks puffing out slightly. She had been planning to spend some time with him. Apparently, it wasn't needed.

By the time they reached Midvale Estates, Charlotte was silently fuming at his lack of perception. She got out of the car and walked off without a word.

Evander watched her go, his hand resting on his leg clenching into a fist. Their marriage was still valid, yet she had been the one to agree to the union, and now she refused the title of "Mrs. Howard"… That night, she had seemed so attached to him. Charlotte. What in the world do you want from me?

…

Charlotte's eyelashes fluttered. "Dad," she asked in a low voice, "don't you think Uncle Shane looks a bit like a girl?"

Sean had been pondering the serious matter at hand, but her question pulled him out of his thoughts. He looked at her incredulously. "Your Uncle Shane looks like a girl? Are you saying he is a girl?"

Well, funny you should ask. Maybe. Charlotte pursed her lips into a smile, testing the waters. "I'm just curious about what Uncle Shane was like when he was young. You know, he seems to target us, but he never went for the kill with Wesley. It's almost like they used to be friends."

"You know, now that you mention it," Sean nodded, "Shane was a very pretty kid. Back then, Wesley thought he was a girl and loved to tease him. They were the best of friends in elementary school. But… after they started middle school, Shane stopped coming around to see Wesley, and the two just drifted apart. They'd see each other on holidays, and Wesley would try to talk to him, but Shane always avoided him. I don't know if his mother said something to him. Eventually, Wesley just gave up."

Charlotte pieced together the timeline and finally understood the nature of Shane's feelings for her brother. If Shane was a girl, her sudden distance from Wesley was likely because she was afraid of her secret being exposed. After all, girls hit puberty in middle school and start their periods… If that was the case… the only way to keep her identity a secret would be to take those drugs.