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."

family's old mansion with mixed emotions, on the way back, my right eyelid

twitching

these things, but

parking lot

skipped

ambulance is on

back

dumb, my words stuttering. On the other end, Ryan steadied my nerves with his calm, strong voice, "Charlotte, don't panic. Don't come back. Go directly

My head was buzzing.

the car with the security guard, asked him to park it, and hailed

last time, I dared not drive in

arrived at the hospital, just as I got out of the car, the ambulance whizzed past

"Grandpa.'

+15 BONUS

the child, I dared not run and could only

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 to the bed without moving

expression softened slightly. "Don't be afraid. Grandpa

room, with medical staff coming in and

the resuscitation room door closed

passing second became

leaned against the wall to keep from slipping to the ground, looking at Ryan, feeling somewhat powerless as I asked, "When I left, wasn't Grandpa fine? Why did he suddenly collapse?" Ryan's face was as calm as water.

"Who?"