Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 624

After seeing Quincy out, the butler returned to the study to check on Mr. Rayburn. "I can see that Mr. Quincy is truly repentant. Why not… give him another chance?"

Mr. Rayburn sat behind his desk with his eyes closed. "People are capable of regret," he said without opening them. "But having the heart for it also means having the courage to take responsibility."

The butler had served Mr. Rayburn for decades and understood his meaning immediately. Quincy was one of the key figures responsible for Kate's death. Even if he hadn't done the deed himself, he had participated in the planning and witnessed the act. He was an accomplice to murder.

Mr. Rayburn’s mention of “responsibility” meant that Quincy should also be held accountable for Susy’s death.

"How are things progressing with Wesley?" Mr. Rayburn changed the subject.

"Mr. Wesley Rayburn is still trying to persuade the sixth—" The butler caught himself and quickly corrected, "—Shane."

"He's being too emotional." Mr. Rayburn frowned and took a deep breath. "He's too soft-hearted, just like his father. This can't drag on much longer. The media will get wind of it soon, and it will be a mess to clean up."

He paused, then said gravely, "She killed one of my daughters and ruined one of my sons. The Rayburn family has nothing to negotiate with her. I need you to make an arrangement. I intend to end this myself!"

The butler said nothing more and simply nodded.

Two days later, Shane finally ordered a DNA test. When the hired muscle handed her the folder, she didn't even dare to take it, telling him to leave it on the desk.

After he left, her eyes were fixed on the blue folder, hesitating.

Ultimately, she opened it.

The DNA results confirmed it: she and Wesley Rayburn shared no biological connection.

Shane quickly snapped the folder shut, her face a rigid mask.

She wasn't a Rayburn. She wasn't!

But it was all so laughable, wasn't it?

Wesley had been standing outside the door, watching her. His gaze drifted to the desk. "So, you did the test after all."

"Who let you out?" she snapped, startled and annoyed.

"You can't keep me locked up."

He didn't answer, so she answered for him. "By going to prison?"

Wesley looked up. "If you turn yourself in, you could get a reduced sentence for good behavior."

Shane walked past him, not giving him another chance to speak. As she went downstairs, a text message suddenly lit up her phone screen.

It was from Mr. Rayburn.

Shane went to meet him. This time, she went alone, meeting him in a nearby gazebo.

Mr. Rayburn's car was parked nearby, but he was alone in the gazebo. Several bodyguards stood by the car, watching their every move.

"I thought you wouldn't come to see me."

Mr. Rayburn rested both hands on the head of his cane, his expression calm and composed.