Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 

Grandpa saw through me, and I nodded without hesitation. “Yes.” 

He raised his hand, gesturing for Albert to bring something over–a yellowed medical record. 

As I took it and glanced at it, my heart felt like it was gripped tightly by an invisible hand. 

Ryan’s childhood. 

Years spent with a psychologist… 

I looked up awkwardly, completely unable to believe this. 

That such a prodigy would be a regular visitor to the psychiatrist. 

It made sense, though. 

Born motherless, a father consumed by another woman, turning the household upside down, only doting on his stepdaughter. 

Psychological issues. 

It was all too normal. 

“Over these years, I’ve wondered whether to tell him or not.” 

Grandpa sighed, his eyes full of experience, “But someday, he will find out regardless. You can’t hide it from him forever.” 

Leaving the Frost family’s old mansion with mixed emotions, on the way back, my right eyelid kept 

twitching 

Normally, I didn’t believe in these things, but today my chest felt tight and anxious. 

Just as the car was about to enter the parking lot of the residential area, Ryan’s call came in! 

My heart skipped a beat, “Hello…” 

“Grandpa collapsed! The ambulance is on its way.” 

“I’ll come back right away…” 

I was struck dumb, my words stuttering. On the other end, Ryan steadied my nerves with his calm, strong voice, “Charlotte, don’t panic. Don’t come back. Go directly to St. Heart Hospital.” 

“Okay, okay…” 

My head was buzzing. 

After hanging up, I left the car with the security guard, asked him to park it, and hailed a taxi on the roadside. 

Learning from the last time, I dared not drive in such a state. 

When I arrived at the hospital, just as I got out of the car, the ambulance whizzed past me. 

“Grandpa.‘ 

+15 BONUS 

But considering the child, I dared not run and could only hurry after the ambulance. 

The ambulance stopped at the emergency room entrance, where doctors and nurses who had been waiting rushed forward. The person they brought out from the ambulance was indeed Grandpa. 

Watching the eighty–year–old man being moved to the bed without moving a muscle, my vision blurred instantly. 

Ryan followed closely behind. Seeing me, his grave expression softened slightly. “Don’t be afraid. Grandpa has been in good health recently. 

Grandpa was quickly taken into the resuscitation room, with medical staff coming in and out. 

Finally, the resuscitation room door closed completely 

Every passing second became excruciating. 

I leaned against the wall to keep from slipping to the ground, looking at Ryan, feeling somewhat powerless as I asked, “When I left, wasn’t Grandpa fine? Why did he suddenly collapse?” 

Ryan’s face was as calm as water. “After you left, Grandpa called her in.” 

“Who?” 

Perhaps too flustered, my mind didn’t react immediately, so I asked subconsciously.