Ex-husband’s Regret

I vaguely guessed that the Renolds family's situation was probably complicated, but it wasn't appropriate to ask Jennifer, whom I had just met, about it.

After a slight hesitation, I shook my head. "I'm sorry, I can't promise you that. He has his own convictions, and as his friend, I can only support him."

He could have liked someone for twenty years, and he had always been calm and steady. He must have weighed the pros and cons of everything. It wasn't something outsiders could interfere with. Jennifer didn't show any displeasure on her face, just calmly said, "Aren't you curious who he likes?" "If he wanted to tell me, he would."

Since he hadn't told me yet, it meant he didn't want me to know. I also felt that between friends, it wasn't necessary to be completely transparent; it was okay for each other to have their own secrets. She suddenly changed the subject. "After graduating from college, my grandmother originally hoped he would inherit the family business early, like Ryan. He refused, chose to study abroad, and then joined the MS Group."

"You don't know why either?" she asked.

While the middle-aged lady angrily threw away the whip, my gaze returned from the direction of the ancestral hall. "He probably didn't want to have anything to do with the Renolds family."

Her delicate eyebrows raised slightly, seeming surprised by my frankness but not denying it. "That's indeed partly the reason. He hates the Renolds family the most. However, he still carries the blood of the Renolds family. Hating it is futile."

Before I could respond, footsteps suddenly came from behind. A large hand pulled me back, and Jack stood in front of me. There was a strong sense of vigilance and hostility in his tone. "Jennifer, who allowed you to bring her here?"

Jennifer cocked her brows. "Am I not allowed to bring her?"

"You

I won't bit. But your mother might." Then, his voice turned cold. "If you involve her again in the future, don't blame me for not showing any mercy." "When have you ever shown mercy to me?"This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jennifer said indifferently, looking at me, "Ms. Wilson, Jack's injuries may trouble you. He's cautious and doesn't want to use the Renolds family's servants." With that, she placed a specially made wound ointment into my hands.

Under Jack's suspicious gaze, she calmly said, "We're siblings. Can't you trust me? Don't worry, my mother won't know Ms. Wilson came."

"It's better that way."

Jack didn't care about this at all. He grabbed my arm and directly left the Renolds family.

Before getting into the car, 1 looked at the clearly visible bloodstains on his back through his white shirt.

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Deciding to take the initiative, I said, "Let me drive."

"Okay." He got into the passenger seat.

As I drove away, hesitatingly, I asked, "Just now... the person who hit you was..."

Jack suddenly fell silent. There was a fleeting crimson in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"You saw it all?"

"Yeah." I nodded.

He hesitated for a moment, lowered his head in resignation, chuckled softly, hiding the self-mockery and sarcasm in his eyes, and said obscurely, "Charlotte, what if I told you I was an illegitimate child? Would we still be friends?"

Although his tone seemed usual, I sensed a hint of caution.

He seemed... afraid.

Surprised and inexplicably uncomfortable, I parked the car by the roadside and looked at him seriously. Why wouldn't we be friends? Jack, we are friends. It doesn't matter what your background is, just because you are you.

"Really?"

A hint of smile finally appeared in his dark eyes.

I nodded, "Of course."