Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96 

Thought Grandpa might plead for me not to divorce Ryan. 

But he didn’t. 

I could keenly feel Grandpa’s life slipping away bit by bit, his voice incredibly weak. “Whatever happens… don’t let Jessica marry into our family. Guard the Frost family for me.” 

“I will… I will…” 

I was on the verge of collapse, crying and nodding repeatedly. “Grandpa, did Jessica say something to you? Otherwise, why would you suddenly fall ill…” 

*She…” 

A trace of disgust and anger flickered in Grandpa’s eyes, but he sighed in the end. “Just remember what Grandpa said.” 

“Okay… Charlotte remembers, every word.” 

Choking up, I spoke, afraid to ask another word, fearing I might anger Grandpa again. 

But seeds of doubt were planted in my heart. 

Jessica must have said something to Grandpa. 

“Dear, don’t be sad. Take good care of the child in your belly.” 

Grandpa used his last bit of strength, smiling kindly at me. “With this, Grandpa can rest in peace…” 

“Beep… 

The monitor emitted a sharp and prolonged sound! 

I watched Grandpa, eyes closed but with a smile on his lips, instantly overwhelmed. 

Grandpa knew… 

He knew I was pregnant a long time ago! 

But he never asked me. 

I grabbed the edge of the hospital bed, slowly kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down. “Grandpa, Charlotte will… I will do as you said!” 

Hoping Grandpa could still hear and find peace. 

“Grandpa!” 

After a long while, a familiar yet uneasy voice came from behind. 

Was the person he cared most about finally willing to let him go? 

Ryan was struck dumb, awkwardly asking, “Charlotte, Grandpa, what happened to Grandpa…” 

“Grandpa has passed away.” 

I answered quietly, feeling completely drained, allowing tears to silently fall. 

Decades apart, losing a loved one again, turned out to be this kind of feeling. 

Even more profound. 

This feeling was like a blunt knife, slowly torturing my heart. Wanting to cry out, but unable to make a sound, only suppressing it deep inside. 

The autumn chill grew stronger. As I walked out of the hospital, I felt as if I had plunged into an ice cellar. 

Just as I reached the roadside, numbly reaching out to hail a taxi, Ryan suddenly appeared, pulling me towards the parking lot. 

Exhausted, I couldn’t speak, letting him lead me until he pushed me into the car, and I asked dazedly, Where are you taking me?” 

“Home.” 

He looked gentle, leaning over to fasten my seatbelt, as if it were a normal day. 

He said home, not taking me home. 

I snapped out of it, preparing to get out of the car, and said softly, “I’m going back to Jane’s home, 

Ryan didn’t give me a