Ex-husband’s Regret

The gauze was completely soaked. It wasn't just a little soaked. It had been soaked in water. The wound was serious, but Jack had been careless!

The nurse, with a stern expression, wanted to give a serious reminder, but when she saw Jack's gentle face, she smiled helplessly and said, "Mr. Renolds, this wound needs a lot of care. It mustn't come into contact with water again, or it will be troublesome if it gets infected." "Alright, thank you," Jack responded with a smile. He then suddenly seemed to remember something, asking casually, "By the way, I just passed by the second floor and noticed quite a few bodyguards near the gynecology department. Is something happening?" He had just seen Charlotte's back and tried to approach, but was blocked by Frank's people.

"There's nothing wrong." The nurse's face showed a trace of jealousy. "I heard that Mr. Smith is bringing his fiancee for a check-up. He really treasures this fiancee, and the bodyguards might be to guard against any troublemakers. This girl is really fortunate." Upon hearing this, Jack's gaze darkened.

A check-up.

Combined with the conversation he overheard yesterday between Charlotte and Jane, he couldn't help

but start to overthink things.

Seeing that he didn't respond, the nurse continued treating the wound while asking, "Is something wrong?"

"Oh, no, I just think Mr. Smith is indeed as affectionate as others say he is."

Jack gave a perfunctory reply. After finishing with the wound, he strode to the end of the corridor and made a phone call!

After the doctor finished speaking, there was a long silence.

Frank and I looked at the test report in our hands and exchanged glances.

After a while, my heart began to race faster and faster. Finally, I asked, "So, you're saying... we're having a baby, right?"

Frank crumpled the edges of the thin report.

Initially, he could joke about the possibility of pregnancy, but now that it was confirmed, even someone who usually spoke a lot like him couldn't utter a word.

I had never seen Frank like this before, and I found it quite amusing. I reached out and poked his face.

When Frank looked over, his angular, handsome face was somewhat intimidating when he wasn't smiling.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Frank shook his head, then nodded.

I tried to control my excitement and stood up, saying. I'm going back to see Grandma now. Do you want to stay here and calm down for a bit?"

Frank immediately stood up and followed.

At times like this, he wouldn't let me be on my own.

We went back in Alan's car.

Clearly, the baby's father hadn't quite adapted to the role of a father yet.

Meanwhile, in a men's restroom on a certain floor of the hospital, there was a loud crash.

Jack had smashed a restroom stall door with his fist.

His phone fell to the ground, its screen shattered into pieces, reflecting the man's bloodshot eyes. Bentley

A black into the underground car park of Region Gardens,

After stopping the car, I hurriedly got out, but Frank stopped me.

"What's wrong?"

He pointed to my abdomen, and as I looked down, he bent over and picked me up.

"Don't forget, you're a mother now."Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

I was still adjusting to this, mainly worrying about Grandma.

I wanted to share this good news with her.

But seeing him so overly concerned made me chuckle, "What, am I not even allowed to walk now?"

The man cocked his brows. "I haven't adjusted yet, so I need some time to get used to it. Therefore, temporarily, you're not allowed to walk."

I understood and played along. "Got it, then you should carry me upstairs quickly.....

Before I could finish, the phone rang. Frank took out my phone and, with a cold smile, tugged at the corner of his lips.

His smile was quite cold.

I was puzzled, and when I saw the caller ID, I realized why.

"Hello, Jack," I answered while glancing at Frank's expression. "Huh? Meet up?"

"When? Okay, I got it. See you then."

I hung up the phone and looked up at Frank, who had his eyelashes lowered, staring at me indifferently.

He looked like a puppy complaining to its owner.

I was amused by his expression and got a cold laugh in return.

""What's wrong?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck and threatened, "I'm not alone now. I have someone backing me. If I don't see the baby's father's smiling face, I'll be unhappy, and the baby in my womb won't be happy either. Frank still didn't speak.

I continued, "I heard Grandma say that unhappy babies would be wrinkled and ugly when they're born."