Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385 

Chapter 385 

As I reached out to knock on the car window, a bodyguard quickly stood in front of me. 

“Hello, ma’am! This is a private vehicle.” 

“I know.” I pointed inside the car. “I know him.” 

The front passenger window lowered, and another bodyguard said, “I’m sorry, our employer doesn’t know 

you.” 

“He doesn’t know me?” I asked. 

“Yes, you might have mistaken him for someone else!” 

As the bodyguard spoke, the driver followed orders, stepped on the gas, and the black Continental slowly drove away. 

Other vehicles quickly followed. 

I stood there, stunned for a while. 

Frank didn’t recognize me anymore… 

Or was that not Frank? 

Suppressing my doubts, I turned and went back to Grandma’s room to ask the caregiver. 

“Was the Mr. Smith who came earlier here for the first time?” 

“Probably not, but it wasn’t my shift,” the caregiver replied. “He seemed quite familiar with the ward facilities when he arrived.” 

“What did Grandma call him?” I asked. 

“She just held his hand and wouldn’t let go. Later, his people blocked me from getting closer. But before! left, I heard her calling him something like… ‘Frank?” the caregiver said. 

It was him. 

He was still alive! 

He didn’t die in the explosion! 

And he was in Jeswood. 

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief, feeling a rare sense of relaxation and excitement in my voice. “Alright, I see! Thank you!” 

“Ms. Wilson, you must be friends, right?” I smiled and nodded. “Yes, he’s a very important friend to me.” 

The psychologist told me that depression to that extent could only build up over time. 

It was just that Frank’s death had become the last straw that broke me. 

During those two years in Frankes, I often wondered if, during the time I was leave Ryan, Frank hadn’t shown up to protect me time after time, would I have been able to hold on? 

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The answer was most likely à no. 

After Grandma woke up, I stayed with her for a while, talking. 

She recognized me. 

But her memories became mixed up. 

She kept saying she wanted to give me pocket money. 

When I refused, she got upset. During my visit to the care home, my bank account increased by seven figures. 

I squatted beside Grandma, laughing, “Grandma, why give me so much money? I’m not sure if I came to visit you or if you’re taking care of me…. 

“Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about?” 

Grandma, with much greying hair, gently stroked my head and said with a smile, “This is just a small fraction of the money. When you grow up, the entire Shaw family will be in your hands.” 

I was a bit surprised, resting on her lap. “But I’d rather you stay healthy.” 

I truly wished I could have a family who loved and cared for me.