Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 

I smiled faintly. “As long as you’re not like that, it’s fine. 

A hint of hurt flashed across his expression. “Am I really that bad in your eyes?” 

“It could be worse. Those who abuse, do drugs, gamble–they’re much worse than you.” 

“Charlotte,” he said, his face darkening. Just as he was about to speak, there was a knock on the door. 

Accompanied by Jessica’s clear voice, “Ryan, I’m coming in.” 

Before anyone could respond, the door clicked open and she walked in. 

“Ryan, I’m here to help you with…” 

Her voice trailed off as soon as she saw me, her smile freezing on her face. 

I spoke calmly, “I’ll leave first.” 

“Charlotte.” 

Jessica spoke with an air of cordiality, “Since we’re getting divorced, we should maintain that appearance. Don’t misunderstand, I’m just worried that malicious gossip might tarnish your reputation.” “You’re announcing our divorce personally before the state even issues us the divorce certificate?” 

I couldn’t resist adding casually, “My reputation, no matter how bad, still isn’t on par with yours.” 

With that, I walked away with firm steps. 

Before I could step out of the room, I heard her speaking plaintively to Ryan, “Ryan, did you hear what she said!” 

“Who gave you permission to come in?” 

Unexpectedly, instead of receiving Ryan’s protection, she was met with a cold interrogation. 

Unconcerned, Jessica replied, “It’s your room. Can’t I come in? We used to sleep together when we were 

kids!” 

I lowered my gaze, silently grateful that I had already filed for divorce. 

Ignoring their banter, I walked towards the study. Coincidentally, Albert met me halfway. 

“Mrs. Frost, are you in a hurry? Mr. William wants to see you.” 

“Alright.” 

Whether Albert had come or not, I had to see Grandpa. 

Grandpa’s expression wasn’t as severe as I had imagined. 

Seeing me come in, he waved kindly, “Little girl, come sit.” 

That was what my father used to call me. 

My eyes welled up a bit, and I sat down. “Grandpa, are you feeling okay?” 

+15 BONUS 

Ryan’s injuries were severe, which meant Grandpa was extremely upset. 

Grandpa poured me a cup of tea himself, his small mustache trembling. “I’m fine. I just needed to teach him a lesson and let Jessica know where she stands.” 

“Sorry to have caused you worry.” 

I took the tea and smiled, “I thought you might be angry with me.” 

Grandpa chuckled, “What have you done wrong?” 

“I didn’t tell you…” 

“Ryan may not understand you, but doesn’t Grandpa know you well enough? Your heart is as soft as can be. Even a rabbit, when cornered, will bite.” 

Grandpa’s words weighed heavily on my heart. 

Suddenly, I felt like crying. 

These days at home, I’ve been keeping myself distracted, managing to hold my emotions in check. But with Grandpa’s comforting words, that tension inside me snapped. 

Grandpa patted my hand gently. “Silly girl, are you blaming Grandpa?”