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."

mixed emotions, on the way back, my right eyelid

twitching

I didn't believe in these things, but today

about to enter the parking lot of the residential area, Ryan's call came

skipped a

The ambulance is on

back right

steadied my nerves with his calm, strong voice, "Charlotte, don't panic. Don't come back. Go directly to St. Heart Hospital."

My head was buzzing.

guard, asked him to park it, and hailed a taxi on

from the last time, I dared not drive in such a

as I got out of the

"Grandpa.'

+15 BONUS

considering the child, I dared not run and could only

brought out from the ambulance was indeed Grandpa. Watching the eighty-year-old man being moved to the bed without moving a muscle, my vision blurred

expression softened slightly. "Don't be afraid. Grandpa has been in

resuscitation room, with

the resuscitation room door closed

second

asked, "When I left, wasn't Grandpa fine? Why did he suddenly collapse?" Ryan's

"Who?"