Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386 

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I seemed not to have heard him and continued, “It’s not just that she doesn’t like me. You probably dislike me quite a bit too, right? But I know you’re my biological father. Why would a father dislike his own child? Is it because of some enmity between my mother and you…?” 

“Enough!” Mr. Shaw cut me off sharply, his face reddening. “You’ve been back in Jelaston for two years, and you’ve become just as unruly and aggressive as you were when you were younger?” 

“Oh.” I received the answer I wanted. “It seems my birth mother is indeed someone else.” 

This was what the psychologist in Frankes had told me. 

The more people try to deflect or get agitated when you ask something, the more it indicated there was 

an issue. 

What I initially suspected was now a certainty. 

Mr. Shaw, who was usually quite elegant, looked at me with a hint of disgust. “Get lost!” 

“Alright.” I smiled slightly and turned swiftly before he could lose his temper further. 

“Wait!” He suddenly called out to me. “Have you talked to Grandma?” 

I turned back. “Yes.” 

“Did she mention anything about a will…” 

“A will? Did Grandma make a will?” I feigned ignorance in my response. 

He sighed in relief, then asked, “What about the distribution of assets…” 

“You’re being too impatient, aren’t you?” I–frowned, pretending to be angry, “Grandma’s mind is suffering from Alzheimer’s. How could she discuss asset distribution with me? I advise you not to pressure Grandma either. Otherwise, if she gets upset, it might affect her health!” 

Pausing slightly, I casually added, “After all, no one knows what’s in the will. Only while Grandma is alive do we all have a chance to claim our share.” 

Back in Jelaston, Jane ordered takeout, waiting for me to join her for a late–night snack. 

We sat on the balcony. After I recounted the events of the afternoon, she took a sip of wine and pondered, “But if it is Frank, why would he say he doesn’t know you?” 

“Still unknown.” 

1 pried open a beer can with one hand, took a sip, letting the ice–cold, slightly bitter liquid roll down my throat and into my stomach, cooling the summer night’s heat. 

Jane suddenly frowned. “Could it be that he’s suffering from amnesia?” 

“No.” I shook my head. “He went to see Grandma, and it wasn’t his first visit.” 

“Could it be selective amnesia, where he remembers everything but forgets you?” she asked. 

“Jane, are you thinking this is some drama series?” I tossed some food onto her plate. “I feel like he’s 

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different from two years ago.” 

“Well, of course. He’s in a wheelchair now. How could he be the same as before?” said Jane. 

Mentioning that made me a bit silent.