Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 113

It was not that I didn't know about his heartlessness and decisiveness, but I never thought he would apply the same tactics to me.

A sourness surged to the tip of my nose. I turned my head, forcefully suppressing the grievance in my eyes, thinking of Aunt Laura's current situation. Despite tolerating things time after time, I eventually gave in, each word tinged with bitterness.

"Mr. Frost, someone in my family is ill and needs a VIP ward. Could you help arrange it?"

His expression instantly froze, his finger trembling slightly, his voice hoarse. "What did you call me?"

I squeezed my palms. "Mr. Frost, can you make the arrangements?"

This address seemed to anger him. His jaw tightened, and he coldly spat out three words. No, I can't."

"Charlotte..."

Jessica sipped water in small sips, innocently explaining, "I'm sorry, there are only three VIP wards in St. Heart Hospital. My mom occupies one all year round, I need one, and Ryan is worried and insisted I stay here. There's also one more, which a friend asked me to arrange today and will move in tomorrow..."

"Don't be angry. If you had mentioned it a bit earlier, I would have definitely given it to you."

you're Mrs. Frost, so these resources should definitely prioritize

me, 'Charlotte, even if you are Mrs. Frost, what difference

about I move out first... I don't mind. There's no harm in switching

as well be heartless to the end, Aunt Laura has stomach cancer. If things go wrong, she might lose

expected me to not buy into this at all. She could only blink back tears, stand up to pack her things, and sob.

"Charlotte!"

felt sorry for her. His face darkened. "You're not even hiding your

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hearing that recovery after miscarriage required hospitalization, and such a big fuss, with

a ward, in his eyes, made

total, all taken by

"What illness does your friend have?

"Ryan!"

indignation, "I've already promised her. If you do this, won't it be going back on my word? People in

at Ryan. He glanced at me, his