Ex-husband’s Regret

Grandma called my name, but she looked at me as if she was looking at a stranger.

"Grandma..."

"Grandma, what's wrong?"

I tried to hold Grandma's hand again, but she pushed it away.

Slap-

The force was strong, leaving a visible red mark on the back of my hand.

I was completely stunned.

After all, Grandma would never treat me like this.

She usually just patted me affectionately and had never hit me this hard.

"What's wrong?"

When Frank entered the room, he saw my dazed expression.

I reached out to him and then pointed at Grandma.

Seeing the red mark on the back of my hand, Frank's eyes immediately became cold.

But in the room, apart from me and Grandma, there was no one else.

Frank frowned, unable to believe what was going on. "Grandma hit you?"

I nodded. "Grandma seems not to recognize me. When I tried to hold her hand, she wouldn't let me."

The coldness in Frank's eyes was replaced by concern. He called for the doctor and also notified Prof.

Kilburn.

Although the red mark on my hand was obvious, I knew that my skin tends to leave marks easily but also fades quickly.

Still, Frank had a nurse bring an ice pack.

The doctor examined Grandma and then said, "Initially, it seems she experienced significant trauma leading to cognitive impairment. Further tests are needed to check for any brain damage, and psychological issues cannot be ruled out." As soon as the doctor finished speaking, Prof. Kilburn entered the room.

After examining Grandma, he made the diagnosis. "An overdose of sedatives caused damage to the central nervous system, coupled with severe stress, led to cerebellar atrophy, triggering Alzheimer's disease."

I clenched my fists.

Ben and Simone were nothing short of beasts!

To gain the inheritance, they had repeatedly used unscrupulous methods, and now they had caused

Grandma to develop Alzheimer's.

This illness was different from the previous two poisoning incidents; it was incurable.

I forcefully suppressed my anger, "Prof. Kilburn, if Grandma doesn't recognize me now, will she need the company of someone like her son?"

I was willing to care for Grandma in her later

But...

years.

Alzheimer's was a complex condition that may not be managed simply by my presence.

Prof. Kilburn nodded. "With this illness, she might not recognize or may even reject those closest to her, while she may yearn for those who are absent or have had a distant relationship." I felt a heavy weight in my heart.

If Grandma insists on looking for Ben, Simone might cause even more terrible things to happen.

Frank saw through my worries and looked at my still-red hand. "Don't worry for now. Let's have Grandma stay in the hospital and see how she responds to treatment."

For now, this was the only option.

When the helicopter landed, Bethany woke up groggily.

She saw a familiar figure and called out, "Dad..."

Kevin, also on the plane, almost responded reflexively!

"Sweetie, you're awake?"

Simone reacted quickly, interrupting and hurrying over. "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Bethany held her head. "Mom... my head is spinning, I feel like I'm going to throw up.'

Simone quickly helped her to the side, but Bethany didn't vomit.

Simone glanced at Ben, who was lost in thought, and scolded, "As soon as Bethany wakes up, she calls for you, and you don't even come to check on her or get her a glass of water?"

Ben didn't say much and handed her a glass of water.

Although Simone told him that Kevin was a friend helping out, he felt somewhat off.

Whether it was his own perception or heightened vigilance, he felt, Kevin harbored a sense of hostility towards him.

Ben suppressed his complicated emotions and complained, "You didn't tell me Bethany was taken by Frank."Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

"What do you mean?"

Simone's eyes flashed slightly, tears falling quickly as she choked up. "Who am I doing all this for? Isn't it for you? If I didn't help you, the Shaw family would belong to Charlotte. Forget thanking me. It's not like I didn't marry you willingly and unconditionally. But you shouldn't blame me like this!"

Ben couldn't bear to see Simone cry.

Over the years, only Simone had been by his side, considering everything for him.

"I didn't mean that. I just don't understand why you kept it from me. If I had known Bethany was with Frank, I would have gone to bring her back long ago."

Simone gave Bethany some water, helped her into the car, and then said to Ben, "If I had told you, what could you have done?"

"You don't know what Frank's like. He's relentless."

"I don't have an antidote to trade with him. If you had gone and caused a scene, making Charlotte unhappy, what would he do to Bethany? Have you thought about that?"

Simone took Ben's arm. "It's not that I wanted to hide it from you. I was just too scared. I was afraid that if I told you, you would have to choose between your mother and me... What if you gave up on Bethany and me? And Ben, I don't want to put you in a difficult position."

Ben wiped her tears. "How can you think like that? No matter what happens, I will always choose you. I listened to you about tonight's matter, didn't I? I know you're the only one who considers everything for me. From now on, don't hide anything from me, okay?" Simone nodded.

Kevin, who had been observing their interaction coldly, silently turned and left.

Ben glanced at his receding figure. "I don't think he's a good person. Let's forget about this time, but don't ask him for help again in the future."

Simone leaned on Ben's shoulder and, out of his sight, her eyes revealed a sinister look.

'Not asking him for help? Do you expect me to ask for your help? You're useless! When will I ever get the Shaw family's fortune?' Simone said inwardly. But she responded submissively, "I'll do as you say."