Ex-husband’s Regret

His clear voice carried an unusual seriousness. When I met his dark brown eyes, filled with almost drowning affection, I even forgot to breathe.NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

My heartbeat missed a beat. I really wanted to nod and agree, unable to bring myself to say anything to reject him.

But I wasn't in my early twenties anymore. After a few moments of breathing, reason eventually prevailed.

I gently pursed my lip. "I want to wait until the current matters are settled."

Seeing the disappointment flicker in his eyes, I was afraid he might misunderstand, so I couldn't help but explain, "These issues are like ticking time bombs. Whether it's Lucas, Bethany, Simone, or K and the person behind him, if we have a child now, our concerns and their opportunities will just increase. Frank, I also hope we can have a child soon. I believe we will work hard to be great parents."

"But not right now."

"Charlotte." Frank's lips suddenly curved into a smile. "Do you feel like your words make you sound like a terrible person? Like I'm the kept boy."

I was momentarily speechless, unable to find a rebuttal.

In those clichéd cheating scenarios, men who were scumbags would often say something like, "Don't worry, we will have a child, just not right now."

I instinctively wanted to argue but saw him start the car and say, "I promise you."

I stared at him, afraid of missing his unhappy mood. "Really?"

"Really." He chuckled, steering the wheel with one hand while gently ruffling my hair. He tentatively said, But if you were to get pregnant this time, could we..." "Yes."

He cocked his brows. "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"I know what you're going to say." I took his long, handsome hand and softly said, "Although the chance is almost zero, I promise you that if I do get pregnant, I will do everything in my power to protect the baby." In fact, my anticipation for a child was not less than his.

But compared to him, I was more pessimistic, so I wanted to wait until everything was certain before considering having a child.

Arriving at the hospital, Grandma was awake, and a nurse was helping her stretch her limbs in the living

room.

I pushed open the door. "Grandma, how are you feeling? Is it more comfortable after the acupuncture?"

Although Dr. Travis's acupuncture had slowed the spread of the poison, it still couldn't completely avoid affecting her body. Before this session, Grandma had already started feeling numbness in her limbs again. "Charlotte, why are you back again?" Grandma scolded me lightly. "Didn't I say to go home directly after visiting the company? Why are you so worried about me? Look, I'm fine. If you hadn't insisted on me 173

staying in the hospital, I could have already been discharged and gone home."

We hadn't told Grandma about the poisoning, so if I hadn't been coaxing her, she might have already discharged herself a few days ago.

I went over and took her hand, I just wanted to spend more time with you."

"Well, then let's discharge me and go home together."

Grandma spoke like a stubborn child; and fearing I would refuse, she looked at Frank, "Frank, what do you think?"

"Grandma!" I was helpless, "You still..."

"Charlotte, how about we take Grandma home?"

Frank, who always indulged Grandma, had changed his tune and began to persuade me with reason. Grandma is alone in the hospital, and you're worried. Since it's close to Region Gardens, if anything happens, we can bring Grandma to the hospital at any time or have the medical team come to our place." "Grandma, please give us a minute." I pulled Frank out of the ward, closed the door, and frowned, "Do your really think Grandma can be discharged now?"

He looked down at me and asked softly, "Are you angry?"

"No." I explained, "I'm just unsure if you're accommodating Grandma to make her happy or if it's actually feasible."

"Both." Frank nodded slightly. "Prof. Kilburn came a few days ago to give Grandma her final treatment. As for the rest, staying in the hospital won't help. Dr. Travis's subsequent acupuncture can be done at home," Hearing this, I knew he truly believed it was feasible, which made me waver as well.

Since coming back from Yarlandia, I had felt Grandma had aged a lot, and with the poisoning this time, I wanted to be by her side constantly.

After a moment of hesitation, I agreed, "Alright then, let's have you play the good guy to the end. You go and tell Grandma."

"Okay," he readily agreed and reentered the ward.

Before long, he came out with the elderly lady who had a look of "freedom" on her face.

I couldn't help but laugh and tease, "Do you think Frank is actually your real grandson now?" "That's not the case."

Grandma shook her head calmly, "He's only allowed to be my granddaughter's husband."

When this topic came up, on the way home, she glanced at Frank through the rearview mirror, patted my hand, and sighed meaningfully.

"In truth, you don't need to worry too much about my health. I've lived long enough, and I have no regrets The only wish is to see you and Frank get married and have children soon."

Normally, I would have called her out for her marriage pressure, but now, with the uncertainty of whether the antidote would be developed in time....

After hearing those words, tears welled up in my eyes, and I turned my face to wipe away the moisture from my eyes, "Grandma, I've only just returned to your side. Are you willing to let me get married already?"

"Silly girl, why are you crying?" Grandma was startled and quickly said lovingly, "Of course, I don't want you to get married, but Frank is not just anyone. I believe that if you marry him, you'll live even better than now. As for the Shaw family's mess... better stay away! "Don't worry, Grandma."

Frank suddenly spoke up, his voice as pleasant as ever, "Whether we get married or not, in my heart, Charlotte is already my wife. No matter what happens, I will protect her."

Grandma looked at him with satisfaction and asked with concern, "No matter who bullies her?"

"Yes, as long as I'm alive, no one can bully her."

His words were clear and deliberate, like a promise or guarantee, but having experienced too much loss, my first reaction was anxiety.

I quickly said, "What do you mean, as long as you're alive? Can you not be alive? You must be alive.