Ex-husband’s Regret

And I knew he was looking forward to this child, one related to us by blood.

I had promised him that if I got pregnant, I would definitely carry the baby to term.

"I'm fine. I will protect this child and won't let anything happen to her. Besides, I dreamt just now that the baby in my belly is a girl, a very cute girl." Frank saw me smile and curved his lips slightly as well.

But I knew we were both unhappy.

There was no way to be happy. We could only try to lighten our moods a little, especially me.

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Frank nodded and got up to get some water.

Prof. Kilburn and Zachary left the room.

Jane approached, her eyes red. "I'm sorry, Charlotte."

I took her hand. "Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault. The reason you kept it from me was for my own good."

After Frank finished wiping me down, I felt a bit drowsy again.

Before long, I fell asleep once more.

Once I had rested enough, I got up to eat.

Frank handed me some cutlery, his eyes never leaving my face.

I pushed the food toward him. "You should eat too. My health is important, but yours is equally important."

Frank pressed his thin lips together slightly and remained silent.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the boat docked, and under Frank's arrangements, we headed straight to the hospital.

When we reached the entrance of the morgue, my feet froze.

On the boat, I had been anxious, even wanting to fly back immediately.

But at that moment, I hesitated.

I thought to myself, if I didn't see Grandma's body, did that mean she hadn't died?

But I knew very well that this was impossible.

Frank pressed his hand on my shoulder, leaned down to my ear, and whispered, "Let's wait until tomorrow. You need to rest tonight.",

shook my head and pushed the door open.

Frank accompanied me, while Jane and the others waited outside.

When we reached the cold storage, Frank didn't move, and I asked, "Which cabinet?"

Frank held my hand tightly. "Charlotte, I know Grandma's passing is a huge blow for you. If you can't bear it, you can tell me. Don't force yourself."

I tried to appear relaxed. "I'm fine, really. I've accepted it."

"I know that even death can't bring Grandma back. And I also understand that Grandma wouldn't want anything to happen to me; she came to me in a dream," Frank's eyes were filled with heavy heartache.

His calm demeanor was definitely not genuine.

But he understood that facing Grandma's death couldn't leave someone unaffected.

After a moment's hesitation, he opened the cold storage.

I reached out to pull the zipper, but Frank stopped me.

He slowly opened it, and Grandma's face gradually came into view.

Extremely pale, with a chilling coldness.

Those eyes that had always looked at me with kindness were tightly shut, never to open again.

But for some reason, I couldn't shed a single tear at that moment.

I reached out to trace Grandma's brows and eyes, tidying her hair a bit. "I want to hold a proper funeral for Grandma."

Frank instructed Alan to make arrangements, but Alan couldn't hold on and went to get an IV.

Zachary took over the task.

Jane hesitated for a moment but eventually followed him.

Frank and I prepared to take Grandma to the crematorium when someone suddenly called out to me at the door. "Charlotte, you're back?"

It was my mom.

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In my memories, she was beautiful, elegant, generous, and always smiling

She was like a painting, every frame a work of art.

But today, her face looked pale, and she was wearing a somewhat ill-fitting hospital gown. When she reached out to me, I noticed the scars on her forearm.