Ex-husband’s Regret

"Gary?"

Ryan's voice turned terrifyingly cold. "What are you standing there for? Take her to the hospital!"

Jessica was having a mental breakdown. Before she could say anything, Gary carried her straight into the elevator! He made sure all the way, not to let any blood drip on the ground.

I watched them leave, feeling like I could burn a hole through their backs. My chest continued to heave violently.

"Charlotte, let's wash our hands first, okay?"

Ryan seemed afraid to provoke me further, his tone gentle as if coaxing a child.

I looked at him and asked hesitantly, "Aren't you angry at me for hitting her?"

This wasn't Ryan's usual style.

He should have defended Jessica unequivocally, standing opposed to me. That would have been right.

He sighed, took my hand, led me to the restroom, turned on the faucet, checked the water temperature, then positioned me under the faucet, applied hand soap, and carefully washed my hands. "Doesn't your hand hurt after hitting her like that?"

I was slightly stunned, almost unable to believe he would say such a thing.

With my head down, I watched his long and attractive fingers intertwining with mine and let out a small laugh.

In the past, my heart might have softened again. After all, as long as he gave me a little sweetness, it was enough to make me happy for a long time.

But now, I just felt pathetic.

He didn't rush me for an answer but washed my hands back and forth with soap several times, ensuring there was no possibility of blood contamination. Then he frowned at the redness and swelling in my palms.

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"Thank you"

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for a moment, I felt a bit confused. It seemed like we had always been like this.

He had always been that gentle and considerate husband.

But people eventually have to return to reality

I withdrew my hand, looked at the man who would soon be my ex-husband, and asked calmly, "How do you intend to handle Jessica's matter?"

"What do you want to do her?"

"Do you mean you'll do whatever I want to her?" I stared at his eyes, unblinking, and asked

I didn't believe he could really be ruthless towards Jessica.

Ryan furrowed his brow slightly. "As long as she gets to live, everything else is up to you. I was planning to send her to Engria. If you think that's not a good idea, I can send her to a country even farther away."

"Is that it?" I smiled faintly, scrutinizing him "Ryan, she killed your child. Are you really so indifferent? Sending her abroad, how much money do you plan to give her a year, 1 million or 2 million? This is clearly furthering her education!"

He rubbed his forehead, somewhat troubled. "Then what do you want to do?"

"I want to send her behind bars." I proposed without hesitation, "She deliberately killed my child, so she should pay with her life! I know... my child wasn't born yet,

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legally speaking, it doesn't count as a life. But she can at least go to jail, this is intentional harm!"

"So many days have passed, it's difficult to convict her."

"Oh." I nodded awkwardly, my heart sank. Then I decided to push him. "And what about you? Isn't Jelaston under your control? You could give her a sentence no matter how hard the case is, right? Besides, you saw with your own eyes. I didn't wrong her."