Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 432

Chapter 432 

Chapter 432 

+25 BONUS 

“Frank… Paulina softened her tone, playing the role of a confidante at the right moment. “Perhaps Charlotte made such a choice because she thought you had died in the explosion. It’s not entirely her fault. After all, even the police reported your death…” 

Bang- 

Hearing the loud crash of something being thrown, Frank’s phone line was abruptly cut off, leaving only the sound of static. 

Paulina’s lips curved into a satisfied smile as she immersed herself in her work. 

Having been by Frank’s side for so many years, she had learned one thing, in any situation, there was only success, never failure. 

In the past, she was reluctant to see Frank disappointed. 

Now, she didn’t want to disappoint herself. 

Frank’s eyes were bloodshot and full of rage. 

He was so agitated that he no longer cared about his leg pain and kicked the bin across the room. 

But the more he vented, the fiercer the fire inside him burned! 

Almost to the point of madness! 

Since Charlotte’s return, his anger had lessened, and other matters rarely affected his mood. 

But every time he did get angry, his rage was more intense than before! 

She knew better than anyone how to provoke him! 

The night before last, when she had cuddled in his arms and scolded him softly, he had genuinely wanted 

to let it all go! 

He wanted to forget the past. 

As long as she was with him, it was all that mattered. 

But… did she feel the same way about him? 

It seemed not! 

Just thinking about her spending time with Jack in Frankes drove him crazy. 

He even dared not think too deeply. 

He trembled as he poured out a few lithium carbonate pills and swallowed them. 

He couldn’t even be bothered to pour water. 

He lost track of time, so much so that the phone he had thrown away was already buzzing with missed calls. 

He remained oblivious. 

Chapter 432 

#25 BONUS 

Despondently sitting on the sofa, his gaze was unfocused as he stared out the window. 

“Hello, the number you have dialed is not available at the moment. Please try again later…” 

The cold, mechanical female voice came through once more. 

I threw my phone into my bag and looked at Danny. “Uncle still isn’t answering. Should we go upstairs and knock on the door?” 

His two usual cars were still parked in their spots.