Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 93

"Where's Jessica?" I avoided his gesture, choking out the question.

Grandpa had the incident with Jessica, so why wasn't she here?

Before I could finish, the sound of high heels hitting the corridor floor interrupted me. Jessica hurried over, her face pale with panic. "Ryan, is Grandpa okay? 'm sorry, it's hard to get a cab from the old mansion. I was delayed..."

I cut her off sharply, "Why did Grandpa suddenly collapse?"

A flicker of nervousness passed over Jessica's face, then she said, "I-I don't know. He just couldn't breathe suddenly and then passed out."

"Just like that? You didn't say or do anything?" I didn't believe her.

These past two years, Grandpa has been in good health, regularly getting check-ups. Even when he was so angry with Ryan, nothing happened, so it was impossible for him to fall ill for no reason. "What are you implying? Charlotte, do you suspect I made Grandpa sick out of anger?"

Jessica looked lost for words, suddenly clutching her stomach in pain, casting a pained look at Ryan." Ryan, my stomach hurts so much..."

Ryan's face darkened. "Stomach pain?"

"Yes!"

quickly picked her up and hurried away. "Doctor! She's pregnant

my head back

to know he's nervous about Jessica, but seeing it firsthand every

"Madam, sit and wait. Maybe... Grandpa. won't... pass so soon. Besides,

flowed more fiercely, nodding, and I sat down exhaustedly, supporting myself on the nearby chair. But I became more and more distracted, almost not daring to look away from the door of the resuscitation room. Never have I been

shrink into a corner, staring at the door of the resuscitation room like now, never thinking they would leave me, just thinking that when the door opened, they would come out and hold me in their arms like before. But later, I never saw them

this moment, I already knew what

possibly losing

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ago, someone who affectionately called me little girl' now lay in the resuscitation room, his life

sky gradually

run over, but because I had been sitting for too long, my legs

"Be careful."

point, grabbed my arm,

coldly shrugged off his gesture, seeing the hospital director approaching us, removing his mask, his face grim. "Mr. Frost, Mrs. Frost, Mr. Frost's old illness has recurred, and the situation is not good. Although he was rescued, he needs to be monitored in the ICU for a few days to see how