Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 591

Charlotte fell silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on Lilith. "To be honest, I don't have many people I'd truly call friends. Maybe two or three."

Lilith was astonished. "That few? Back in Crestmont, I could probably round up a dozen or two!"

"Are they all true friends?"

"I… think so?" Lilith wasn't entirely sure herself. She'd never lacked for friends growing up, but she knew that social fortune was largely thanks to her family's status. "Actually, I don't really know what makes someone a friend."

Charlotte shrugged. "It's simple. It’s someone you just click with—someone who’s on the same wavelength as you, or someone who's there to help when you need it."

Lilith paused, then stared at her. "In that case, doesn't that make you one?"

"What help have I ever given you?"

Lilith smiled. "You took me in when I was in Riverspire City. That counts, right?"

Charlotte gave her an indulgent look, then swiveled her chair back to her desk to organize some files. "If you think it counts, then it counts."

"In that case... I guess Judd counts, too."

Charlotte turned her head in surprise. "You two are that close now?"

Lilith faltered, quickly turning to look away. "No! Not at all. We're the same as always. It's just... he helped me out of a jam last night, that's all!"

Charlotte smiled, letting the subject drop.

Meanwhile, at Rayburn Mansion.

The butler had just seen the men from the revenue service out when Wesley arrived. He strode calmly into the living room. The Rayburn patriarch, who was lifting his teacup, paused and raised his eyes. "After all these years, we're still having slip-ups with taxes. Wesley, how are you running this company?"

Wesley sat down on the sofa, his demeanor composed. "There were no such slip-ups last year."

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