Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

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Frank had once again become the flamboyant and unpredictable Mr. Smith Just like before.

Meanwhile, Ryan had used his connections to find a reclusive traditional medicine expert, who came out of retirement to check Grandma's pulse and attempt to totally cure her. Grandma's coma was related to the poison affecting her heart and the emergency treatment at the hospital only addressed the symptoms, not the cause...

That day, after the company gathering, Megan seemed to intentionally lag behind the other employees, walking beside me with great caution. She then asked cautiously, "Charlotte, did you ever like my brother?"

I knew she was inquiring on behalf of Frank.

But Mr. Smith had warned me over the phone yesterday.

I smiled and said, "No, never."

"What do you mean never?"

Ryan walked over and stood tall in front of me. "Honey, I'm here to pick you

up."

Lately, he had been acting like the perfect gentleman.

He had returned to his role of a devoted husband.

He would drop me off at work and pick me up afterward, regardless of the

weather.

However, when we returned to the Frost family's residence, I would go. straight to the guest room and lock the door.

He would try various ways to please me.

He thought of every method to make me happy.

for some reason,

when the timing was off, everything seems

was as if I was looking in a

him

door. I've got a glass

at the door, knocking. "The servant said that you didn't sleep

I didn't open the door, he would

the dining table, if I didn't eat, he

but I genuinely

me nauseous.

opened the door, took the cup, and forced myself to drink it

I closed the door, locked it again, and ran to the bathroom

the desk calendar and slowly crossed

Only seven days left.

seven days, no one would

days remaining, my work efficiency improved

late to

myself, my hand slipped, and

uneasy feeling spread

rushed into my office, looking flustered. "Charlotte, are

"Huh? What's wrong?"

up from the

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adjusted her breathing and picked up my phone. "My phone's dead. Can I borrow yours to play a

need,

time. I didn't think much of

tiptoes, sat on my desk, playing game while asking. "Have you had a follow-up appointment at the hospital these

look up. "Much