Ex-husband’s Regret

"Where's Jessica?" I avoided his gesture, choking out the question.

Grandpa had the incident with Jessica, so why wasn't she here?

Before I could finish, the sound of high heels hitting the corridor floor interrupted me. Jessica hurried over, her face pale with panic. "Ryan, is Grandpa okay? 'm sorry, it's hard to get a cab from the old mansion. I was delayed..."

I cut her off sharply, "Why did Grandpa suddenly collapse?"

A flicker of nervousness passed over Jessica's face, then she said, "I-I don't know. He just couldn't breathe suddenly and then passed out."

"Just like that? You didn't say or do anything?" I didn't believe her.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

These past two years, Grandpa has been in good health, regularly getting check-ups. Even when he was so angry with Ryan, nothing happened, so it was impossible for him to fall ill for no reason. "What are you implying? Charlotte, do you suspect I made Grandpa sick out of anger?"

Jessica looked lost for words, suddenly clutching her stomach in pain, casting a pained look at Ryan." Ryan, my stomach hurts so much..."

Ryan's face darkened. "Stomach pain?"

"Yes!"

Seeing Ryan's affirmative response, he quickly picked her up and hurried away. "Doctor! She's pregnant and experiencing abdominal pain."

I couldn't help but show a sarcastic expression, tilting my head back against the wall, trying to calm my breathing.

It's one thing to know he's nervous about Jessica, but seeing it firsthand every time is another.

Seeing my poor complexion, Albert couldn't help but speak up, "Madam, sit and wait. Maybe... Grandpa. won't... pass so soon. Besides, no matter what happens, Grandpa wants you both to be well." "Okay."

My tears flowed more fiercely, nodding, and I sat down exhaustedly, supporting myself on the nearby chair. But I became more and more distracted, almost not daring to look away from the door of the resuscitation room. Never have I been so anxious.

When my parents passed away, I was too young, and the whole process was confusing. I only remembered the medical staff running around in front of me. Afraid of getting in their way, I could only shrink into a corner, staring at the door of the resuscitation room like now, never thinking they would leave me, just thinking that when the door opened, they would come out and hold me in their arms like before. But later, I never saw them again.

At this moment, I already knew what the current scene meant.

It meant, possibly losing them forever.

An hour ago, someone who affectionately called me little girl' now lay in the resuscitation room, his life hanging in the balance.

Until the sky gradually darkened.

The door of the resuscitation room reopened suddenly I stood up abruptly, wanting to run over, but because I had been sitting for too long, my legs had already gone numb, almost falling forward.

"Be careful."

Ryan, who returned at some point, grabbed my arm, reminding me warmly.

I coldly shrugged off his gesture, seeing the hospital director approaching us, removing his mask, his face grim. "Mr. Frost, Mrs. Frost, Mr. Frost's old illness has recurred, and the situation is not good. Although he was rescued, he needs to be monitored in the ICU for a few days to see how it goes. You need to prepare yourselves psychologically."

Ryan's pupils contracted. "It's that serious?"

"Yes, and the emergency call wasn't timely enough."

The director sighed. "According to what our ambulance doctors said, Mr. Frost's condition was already very bad in the ambulance. Did you not notice immediately that Mr. Frost had passed out?"

Albert looked puzzled. "I clearly heard movement and rushed in to call immediately."

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