Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 382

Chapter 382 

“And actually, I support your staying in Frankes,” he said. 

I pursed my lips slightly. “Why?” 

“I have a friend in Frankes who is a top psychology expert. Charlotte, she can. definitely help cure your depression.” 

“Jack, I told you, the medicine belongs to Jane…” 

I didn’t want to admit it. 

Jack reached out and touched the fresh scar on my wrist. “First you slit your wrists, then you ran into the lake. Clearly, you don’t value your life and have no desire to live. You still want to hide this from me?” 

M…” I turned my head to look out the window. “I don’t even know what’s going on…” 

I couldn’t control my thoughts. 

Even my own body was beyond my control. 

Actually, there had been signs of this a long time ago. 

It just became more obvious during the month after returning from Jeswood to Jelaston. 

It was Jane who noticed the problem and forcibly took me to the hospital, where I was diagnosed with severe depression. 

If it hadn’t been for needing to confirm Frank’s situation in Jeswood that day, I might not have even bothered to bandage the wound. 

“It’s okay.” Jack leaned in to meet my gaze. “You’re in 

ill, Charlotte. Everyone gets sick in this world. Some people have physical illnesses, while others have mental illnesses. After you’re discharged, I’ll take you to see my friend. I’ve already talked to her about your situation, and she’s confident.” 

“Okay…” 

“And remember back in university when the teacher wanted you and me to 

study abroad together?” 

Yeah, I remember.” 

At that time, the teacher had high hopes for my talent, but I didn’t have the 

extra money. 

Even with tuition covered, the daily expenses of studying abroad was a huge. amount for me back then. 

I smiled. “Are you suggesting that I should go back and study with those. university students at my age…” 

“No.” He chuckled. “There’s a brilliant designer who wants to take you on as an apprentice. He saw your work and said that if you weren’t constrained by the market, you’d likely create even more impressive works.” 

Jack had arranged everything for me. 

My treatment and career. 

Nothing would be delayed. 

I looked at him gratefully and smiled lightly. “Jack, you’re being so considerate. How could I ever repay…” 

“This is enough.” 

He pointed to the red string with beads on his wrist. 

I was too embarrassed to tell him that when I learned his birthday was approaching, I hurriedly took a bead from my cat’s collar at home. 

Then I had my mom restring it as a birthday gift. 

I said honestly, “This… isn’t worth much.” 

Jack laughed lightly. “Do you think I’m lacking in money?” 

“True.” 

I remembered something. “Jack, did you see a rabbit–shaped silver pendant after you saved me the other day?” 

The rabbit silver pendant was missing. 

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“A rabbit–shaped silver pendant?”