Ex-husband’s Regret

As soon as I turned around, I saw Frank striding in.

The man exuded a cold and fierce aura. He was unusually dressed in a suit and tie, though his bow tie was undone and hanging loosely.

It seemed he had come straight from the Smith Group.

In my anxiety and panic, all my emotions vanished at that moment as I let out a long sigh of relief.

Frank walked over and hugged me. He didn't speak to comfort me, but his large hand rested gently on my back, soothing me.

Then, he lifted his gaze towards Simone and said coolly, "Looks like you have a death wish."

He was usually laid-back and rarely spoke like this.

Even though he was controlling his emotions, I could still sense the rage surging within him.

I knew he was here for me.

"You've got the antidote, yet you still can't let my daughter go. If I didn't use some means, how could you, Frank, have appeared here?"

Simone glanced at Bethany, who was being held by Alan behind Frank.

There were no visible signs of being beaten, but she was unconscious.

"What have you done to my daughter?"

Frank casually nodded, his brow frosted with coldness, and he said in a flat, infuriating tone, "I did to you what you did to me. Tit for tat."

"You-"

Frank interrupted. "I have little patience. Don't think that by kdinapping Grandma, you can threaten me. I've brought your daughter here. Now, let Grandma go."

Simone was afraid of Frank, but having come this far, she had to achieve her goal.

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Frank pursed his lips.

I could sense his agitation and tightened my grip on his hand.

Frank returned the squeeze, signaling me to stay calm. His gaze shifted, and his voice was neither warm nor cold. "You really are a model of filial piety, just watching your own mother be mistreated like this?" I was momentarily stunned.

Following Frank's gaze, I saw Ben, who was severely injured, standing upright.

He was being held down by Frank's men.

""How did he..."

Realizing I had been deceived, my anger surged uncontrollably. "Grandma, hearing that you were in a life-threatening accident, rushed to sign the surgical consent form without even changing her shoes, fearing you would die if she was even a moment too late. And you were deceiving her?" Ben's eyes flashed. "If you hadn't tricked her into giving the Shaw family to you, I wouldn't have had to do this. She was fine with me before you came back. Look at how much suffering she's endured since!"

"The one who should feel guilty is you. You kept saying you'd take good care of Grandma and ensure she lived well. But in the end? She suffered."

It was astonishing that he had the audacity to use the victim-blaming tactic.

Sometimes, I wondered if my appearance was the reason Grandma went through this series of events.

But Ben was the least qualified to criticize me.

I looked at him coldly. "Ben, not only are you unworthy of being a father, but you're also unworthy of being a son. You're not fit to be Grandma's son!"

"I thought you were just an idiot before, but now I see you lack humanity altogether. Not only have you repeatedly allowed Simone to poison Grandma, but now you're also conspiring with her against Grandma!" Ben's gaze flickered, seemingly filled with guilt, and he wavered.

Simone suddenly spoke up, "Ben, if you back down now, the Shaw family will completely belong to Charlotte."

"You heard what she just said. The agreement has already been signed!"

The wavering in his eyes disappeared instantly. He gritted his teeth and looked at me. "Give me the Shaw family, and we'll have nothing more to do with each other!"

'Nothing more to do with each other? That's easy for him to say!'

How could the things they did to Grandma be so easily brushed aside?