Ex-husband’s Regret by Lean

Chapter 401

Upon hearing this, Ryan seemed somewhat stunned and disheartened.

After a moment, he looked at me in surprise. "You're no even going to lie?"

"You rarely lied in the past as well," I smiled and answered calmly. I had heard too much before. He had never been one to deign to deceive.

"She ran away from home. I need to go find her."

"She's divorced. I'm afraid she might do something rash."

"She got into a car accident. I can't be at ease if I don't check on her."

Later on, he didn't even need to give a reason-he would just say, "I need to see her."

It was always, his sister. He couldn't ignore her.

It seemed that as long as there was that one layer of relationship, any little bit of my complaints would be seen as petty, and obstructing him would be almost like committing a crime.

It was quite ironic. It seemed to match the saying of "What goes around comes around."

Ryan probably never imagined that such a day would come.

He loosened his grip on his cutlery, which clattered onto the plate with a crisp sound, starkly noticeable in the otherwise serenely musical.

restaurant.

He rarely lost his composure, his voice rough as he asked, "Do you really have to go?"

1 picked up my bag, stood up, and said, "This is you being unreasonable. I never stopped you when you wanted to leave before.

Besides, I'm single now."

brought this upon himself, I wasn't

back at his expression and

was parked at the nursing home. With the holiday traffic outside, it was a mess. If I went back to get the car and then went to Frank's place, it

along the roadside, suddenly kissing as they walked and then gazing

neighborhood

got out of the car and sent him a

what's the apartment

instantly, "Building 6, Unit

Same building, same unit.

weren't for the one-unit-per-floor arrangement, it would probably be right across

put away my phone and easily found the door, then rang the

before the door was pulled. open from the inside, accompanied by a lazy voice. "Who's there?"

+25 BONUS

of the voice was lounging in a wheelchair, his sharp and stern face looking seemingly lazy and casual, but with a hint of

our

cooperated and said, "Alana said your leg was hurting and asked me to come

cocked brows." don't need your

okay." I nodded and smiled. "Then I'll

I turned to

my wrist firmly, using a

the foyer, I steadied myself. "Didn't

hurting again, and now your help

at all." I smiled and nodded, pointing to a pair of house slippers on the floor.

"They're Alana's."

retrieving a new pair of

high heels and was changing shoes when Frank said with a smile. "I heard