Ex-husband’s Regret

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After dinner, Frank and I headed to the hospital together.

I had packed some food for my mom, but when we arrived at the ward, no one was there.

Grandma was already asleep, so there was nothing much to worry about for now.

At this point, it all came down to whether Ben would survive.

Frank took me directly to the ICU.

I saw Yasmin standing there and walked over. "Mom."

Yasmin looked at me. I was initially worried she might be upset by the situation, but her face was calm and emotionless.

I didn't ask further, just pulled her to sit down. "Have something to eat."

"Frank has told you everything, right?" asked Yasmin

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Yasmin cursed, "He's a disaster."

"If he had listened to the old lady even a little, things wouldn't have turned out this way."

"I actually hope he survives, just to see how his beloved Simone is with someone else, and the daughter he's cared for all these years is someone else's. It's really satisfying."

I looked at Frank, "Did you tell my mom all this?"

Frank cocked his brows slightly and said, "I will tell Mom everything that she wants to know."

I couldn't help but smile. "It almost feels like she's your mother."

Frank cocked his brows. "Well, she will be in a while."

Then he patted my head. "Alright, there's no need to wait here. Go home with Ms. Jackson. I'll let you know as soon as there's any news."

Since staying there wasn't useful, I went home with my mom.

After dropping us off, Frank went to the company. Now that he had taken full control, the situation was unstable. Any missteps could be a huge loss for the Smith family and could easily lead to criticism. The next day, Yasmin had a shoot, so I was at home working on design drafts.

At noon, Jane arrived with some food from who-knows-where. "Did Frank send you here again?"

"Not entirely. I missed you too."

I cocked my brows, taking the bag from her. "You're getting sweeter and sweeter with your words."

After setting the food on the coffee table, we sat on the carpet and began eating.

She talked to me about recent developments in the company.

At the end, she noticed the design drafts I had set aside and cocked her brows. "Why don't you use this time, while your belly isn't too big, to design the wedding dress?" "I'm working on it."

I took a sip of juice. "I'm also worried that by the time I reach the later stages of pregnancy, I might not have the energy. I want to finish all my private custom orders as soon as possible." Designing seems free but actually takes a lot of energy

Jane poked my forehead. "Are you silly? That's not what I meant."

"Then what..." I was momentarily confused, but then realized she was referring to the wedding dress for me and Frank. I chuckled. "That's not urgent..."

With so many things unresolved, I didn't even know when the wedding would take place.

Jane sighed, "That's the top priority. All the preparations before the wedding can be handled by a wedding planner. They're professionals and will do it quickly."

"So the only thing left is the dress. Or do you not want to wear a dress you designed yourself for the wedding?"

"Of course I do!" I answered immediately. "But it doesn't have to be rushed. When I finish with the things at hand I'll probably be showing, planning the wedding will be more troublesome. It's better to just get the marriage certificate for now and plan the wedding after the baby is born."

"You're quite good at planning."

Jane cocked her brows slightly, seeing the logic in what I said, but still worried for me. "Won't you frustrated without a wedding and just getting the certificate and having a baby?"

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I thought about it and answered seriously, "If it were with someone else, I'd definitely feel that way. But with him, I don't."