Cold Husband Burning Regret: The Divorce He Couldn't Handle novel Chapter 646

After her father and brother returned from the Rayburn estate, Charlotte learned that Mr. Rayburn hadn’t actually taken any action against Nannie and her son. He hadn’t explicitly compromised, but by taking a step back, it was clear he would no longer interfere with them.

Curious about what prompted Mr. Rayburn’s sudden change of heart, she casually asked her father.

Sean just sighed helplessly. “Your grandfather is just that capricious. Who can ever guess what he’s thinking?”

He was used to it, really. His father had always been that way, and besides Caleb, none of the siblings could ever accurately read his moods.

Charlotte didn’t say any more.

A couple of days later, Nannie finally addressed the matter of her “unmarried motherhood” with the media.

Her simple statements, “I don’t regret it,” and “The child’s father loves him more than I ever imagined,” were enough to silence the press and the public. As for why Caleb couldn’t give her an official status, the media could only speculate, though they already had their suspicions.

Soon, a week after the media storm subsided, the day of the postponed engagement party arrived.

It was tomorrow.

Charlotte was finally trying on the custom-made, misty-blue silk velvet gown.

The dress was crafted from the finest mulberry silk velvet, which glowed with a soft, warm luster under the gentle lights of the room. Irregular patterns of lace crept up the bodice, while a fluffy, detachable fishtail train cascaded around the hem like a gentle mist.

The neckline was artfully embroidered with pearls and tiny blue crystals, forming blossoming white magnolias that were both elegant and perfectly poised with a touch of noble grace.

Her hand brushed lightly over the skirt, feeling the cloud-like softness of the fabric and the subtle texture of the exquisite hand-stitching.

“Miss Sterling, this dress suits you perfectly! You look more beautiful than any movie star,” the housekeeper helping her couldn’t help but praise.

Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re exaggerating.”

“I’m not exaggerating at all. You’ve inherited all of your mother’s beauty from when she was young; we’ve all been witnesses to that. If your mother could see you now, she would be so proud and happy!”

The housekeeper had worked here for decades and had, without a doubt, seen Charlotte’s mother in her youth.

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