Ex-husband’s Regret

I was rendered speechless.

He was indeed good at putting the blame on others.

I wanted to laugh but the pain on my face prevented me from doing so. "Did you even give me a chance to explain things just now?"

Ryan would always become desperate about anything that was related to Jessica.

"Charlotte..."

"Alright, your 'sister' is still waiting for you in your car."

I didn't want to say anything more to him, so I cut him off and got back into my car.

As I closed the door, he grabbed the door handle. "Cover up the mark on your face, don't let Grandpa find out about what happened. Otherwise, he'll definitely..." Each word felt like a dagger to the heart. The pain was excruciating.

I didn't have the courage to continue listening, so I slammed the door to prevent myself from hearing any more of what he was saying.

Tears welled up in my eyes, I turned my face away hastily, so that he couldn't see the state of me.

It was me who had been hit, yet he was worried about Jessica getting into trouble with Grandpa.

Ignoring the fact that he hadn't left yet, I stepped on the gas and drove the car out of the car park. Just as I stopped at the traffic lights in front of the office building, Jane called me.

I cleared my throat and answered the call.

She asked anxiously, "Did Jessica hit you?"

"I have to admit the speed that news spread in our company is indeed quite fast."

"I can't believe you're still in the mood for jokes."

Jane sounded displeased. "So, did she really hit you?"

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I didn't want her to be worried.

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Jane didn't believe me at all. "De to me, I've heard it all. She slapped you in the face! That fucking

bitch."

"Jane, I'm fine. Don't get worked up about it."

"You'd better be fine!"

"I'm fine."

I reassured her repeatedly and added worriedly, "I'm going back to the Frost family's residence now. I'll

come to your place later so you can see for yourself if I'm okay, is that alright?"

"Okay," she agreed and hung up faster than I expected.

For some reason, an uneasy thought popped up in my mind, so I sent Jane a message.

Seeing her instant reply, I felt slightly relieved.

After arriving at the Frost family's residence, I applied some more makeup on in my car to cover the five distinct fingerprints on my face.

I did that not because I was afraid of upsetting Ryan, but because Grandpa was in poor health. Last time, he had fallen ill due to how angry he had been. That scared me. I didn't want anything to happen to Grandpa.

Just as I finished packing and got out of the car, the butler, Albert, came to greet me with a warm smile on his face.

"Mrs. Frost, Mr. William was getting worried seeing that you weren't getting out of your car. Therefore, he asked me to come and check on you."

I smiled. "Have you just returned from your hometown? Has everything been sorted out at home? Let us know if you need help with anything."

Albert had been with the Frost family for many years and had been working for Grandpa since he was young. Everyone in the Frost family respected him. Recently, his father passed away at the age of nearly 100, so Albert had to go back to organize the funeral. As Albert and I chatted, he led me into the hall.

All the members of the Frost family, including Ryan and Jessica, were present. The scene looked quite happy and peaceful.

Jessica didn't dare to cause trouble when Grandpa was around, so she just sat obediently in a corner.

"Charlotte, you're here!"

Seeing me arrive, Grandpa's serious face softened, his lips curved into a smile as he instructed the servants. "Quickly, bring Charlotte's favorite drink that just arrived today. She loves it. Pack the rest so she can take it with her."

Aunt Chloe pretended to be angry when she saw Grandpa was in a good mood. "Dad, you're biased!"

"What's wrong with being biased?" Grandpa was quite proud when he said those words. "She's my granddaughter-in-law, a generational relationship. You'll understand when you have a grandchild." Everyone immediately burst into laughter.

Jessica was an exception. She clenched her fists hard and her eyes were cold as ice.