Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

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The man wore a dark-colored high-end western sult, his face solemn, his expression cold and indifferent, yet exuding a strong sense of oppression, a born aura of dominance.

I was slightly stunned.

Bob immediately changed his tune, no longer the arrogant and domineering figure from earlier. He rubbed his hands together, put on a smile, and approached Ryan, nodding and bowing. "Mr. Frost, why have you come? I was teaching this little brat a lesson."

My sense of pride seemed to be trampled under Bob's feet. Even though I had already reached the point of divorce, I didn't want Ryan to see me in such a poor state or such an embarrassing relative. "You can leave, this has nothing to do with you."

I pushed Ryan towards the exit.

I didn't want my uncle to meddle in our affairs, and similarly, I didn't want him involved in this mess. "Are you scared?"

Bob blocked the doorway in a stride, raising his voice. Are you afraid my nephew-in-law will know how ungrateful you are?"

I was rendered speechless.

Before I could speak, he began accusing me vehemently. "I don't blame you for being with another woman. She's just too clueless and inconsiderate! With such a bad temper, how could someone like you endure her?"

You're right, she does have a

not accusing

see, my wife and I raised her, and now it's her turn take care of us, but she's turned

"Yes, that's not right."

you want her to take care of you? In the future, if there are such matters,

I furrowed my brows.

he

"Really, truly?"

lit up at Ryan's agreement, and he continued eagerly, "Just pay her aunt's medical expenses, give me 6,000 dollars a month as support, and arrange a job for her cousin. Isn't that reasonable?" I felt utterly

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be so bold as to negotiate such terms

After all, to him, this

and angry, I

your

pulled my hand gently, raised an eyebrow at Bob, and asked, "Any other

talk to, his greed barely concealed in his eyes, "It would be best if you could buy us a downtown apartment, preferably a four-bedroom, two-living-room one. My wife and I are getting old, and her cousin is