Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte)

Chapter 169

"So, you're afraid that the truth about his mother's death would upset him again?"

"Yes." Albert nodded. "The psychologist suggested taking it slow, waiting until Mr. Frost's condition

improves."

"Got it."

I replied calmly, not feeling any other emotions. In fact, if it weren't for Grandfather's dying instructions, I wouldn't even want to deal with the Frost family's affairs.

However, when I returned home and thought about Ryan's plight, I couldn't help but feel a trace of... pity.

But soon, remembering how he had shouted at me in the ward, that pitiful trace of pity vanished

completely.

I suddenly hated myself a bit, hated that I was always unable to come up with a foolproof plan.

Lying bored on the sofa, Jane suddenly arrived.

I opened the door. "Why didn't you just use your fingerprint to get in?"

"was afraid I might see something I shouldn't."

Jane twisted her slender waist, entered gracefully, kicked off her heels, slipped into her own pair of house slippers, glanced at me, and got straight to the point. "Why so down?" "Today, I was going to continue to try driving Jessica out of the country."

I tossed her a bottle of juice, settled back into the sofa, and chuckled self-deprecatingly. "But unexpectedly, I ended up stirring up trouble instead."

"You sound so educated today." Jane unscrewed the cap, walked over with a smile. "Too bad I don't understand. Can you be more direct and clear?"

"Today, Jessica's mother woke up." I sighed. "Originally, I could have presented evidence that her mother killed Ryan's mother and successfully sent Jessica abroad." "Unfortunately, it didn't work out."

I explained the whole story briefly to her.

"You're doing great. Not only did you fail to send the young bitch away, but now an old bitch has shown up.

Rolling her eyes, Jane drank some juice, snorted coldly. "But it's no surprise that Ryan doesn't believe you. "Why?"

"When has he ever believed you?"

Jane's rhetorical question left me speechless.

It seemed like never.

I decided not to say anything more. After a while, I finally realized that Jane's mood today wasn't quite

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right either.

Normally, she would have cursed Jessica out loud upon hearing about this.

Today, she was acting strangely.

I got up and looked over, noticing her reddened eyes. "What happened? Why are you about to cry?"

She didn't hide anything, saying frankly, "Tom is going to get engaged."

"With a wealthy young lady."

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She lay back on the sofa, tears falling freely, "Charlotte, I don't want to like him anymore. I hate myself for ever liking him. He told me that it doesn't matter if he gets married. He and his wife can still live their own lives."

"Turns out, in his heart, I can be his mistress. It's ridiculous..."

Upon hearing this, my heart skipped a beat as well. I handed her a tissue to wipe away her tears, "Yes, let's not like him anymore. We're so beautiful and smart, Jane. We waste time on him."

"That's right!" She nodded vigorously, taking the tissue from me and wiping her eyes vigorously, then perked up again. "Charlotte, come with me for a drink?"

"Sure."

After all, I had nothing better to do now.

She drove, taking me to the bar she frequently visited.

As the night fell and the streetlights came on in early winter, there was an inexplicable desolation with a hint of warmth.

"Stop the car!" As we were about to reach the bar, passing by a five-star hotel, I suddenly spoke up.

Jane slowed the car down, pulling over to the side of the road. "What's wrong?"

"Those two people..."

I stared at the entrance of the hotel where a couple who had been affectionate earlier was now arm in arm, walking inside. "They look like my father-in-law and Jessica!" Comments

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