Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 92

Grandpa saw through me, and I nodded without hesitation. "Yes."

He raised his hand, gesturing for Albert to bring something over-a yellowed medical record.

As I took it and glanced at it, my heart felt like it was gripped tightly by an invisible hand.

Ryan's childhood.

Years spent with a psychologist...

I looked up awkwardly, completely unable to believe this.

That such a prodigy would be a regular visitor to the psychiatrist.

It made sense, though.

Born motherless, a father consumed by another woman, turning the household upside down, only doting on his stepdaughter. Psychological issues.

It was all too normal.

"Over these years, I've wondered whether to tell him or not."

Grandpa sighed, his eyes full of experience, "But someday, he will find out regardless. You can't hide it from him forever."

old mansion with mixed emotions, on the

twitching

in these things, but today my chest felt tight

as the car was about to enter the parking lot of the

skipped a

ambulance is on its

back right

the other end, Ryan steadied my nerves with his calm, strong voice, "Charlotte, don't panic. Don't come back.

My head was buzzing.

hanging up, I left the car with the security guard, asked him to park it, and

the last time, I dared not drive in such

the hospital, just as I got out of the car,

"Grandpa.'

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considering the child, I dared not run and could only hurry

room entrance, where doctors and nurses who had been waiting rushed forward. The person they brought out from the ambulance was indeed Grandpa. Watching the eighty-year-old man being moved

me, his grave expression softened slightly. "Don't

room, with medical staff coming in and

resuscitation room

passing second became

at Ryan, feeling somewhat powerless as I asked, "When I left, wasn't Grandpa fine? Why did he suddenly collapse?" Ryan's

"Who?"