Ex-husband’s Regret

Frank noticed that the person in his arms had stopped moving.

Once he confirmed she was asleep, he gently laid her on the bed.

Then he went to prepare a warm towel and wiped away her tear stains.

After that, he quickly took a shower and climbed under the covers, pulling her back into his embrace.

I had a long dream.

From seeing Grandma to the days spent with her.

Then came the kidnapping, the explosion...

And Grandma passed away without me being able to see her one last time.

Who should I blame?

Blame Jack?

But ultimately, I should blame myself.

It was my lack of ability that failed to protect them.

Grandma and the baby.

The baby...

"Charlotte..."

I heard Frank calling me. He was standing not far away, looking at my abdomen with sadness in his eyes.

His tone was one I had never heard before, so humble.

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I quickly placed my hand on my belly. "What are you talking about? Our baby is still here..."

But Frank seemed to not hear my words at all.

"Never mind, if you don't want it, then so be it. I just want you to be happy."

I wanted to explain, but everything around me fell into darkness.

The scene before me spun.

Then I saw a little girl.

She called me Mommy and asked why I didn't want her.

I opened my mouth to explain but couldn't make a sound.

She cried, getting further away from me.

It was just like the scene of Grandma leaving in my dream.

I hurried to chase after her, continuously shouting for her not to go.

But no sound came out, and I could only watch her disappear into the distance.

"Don't-"

I suddenly woke up. "The baby! My baby!"

The next moment, my hand was grasped.

Frank tucked my damp hair behind my ear and gently stroked my head to comfort me.

"It's okay, Charlotte. The baby is fine."

My vision gradually cleared, and I noticed there were many people standing in the room.

At the front, Prof. Kilburn's hands were covered in blood.

My eyes widened and I quickly reached for my abdomen.

Frank gently patted my back. "You bled a lot, but the baby is fine. Don't worry."

Prof. Kilburn signaled the medical staff to clean up.

After they left, he said to me, "Ms. Wilson, although the baby is okay this time, it can't handle much more. I know it's hard for you to accept that Madam Shaw has passed away, but for the sake of the baby, I hope you can calm yourself. If there's another incident, I'm afraid I won't have the ability to help you keep this baby."

Even though I already knew about Grandma's death, hearing it spoken out loud still caused a heart-wrenching pain.

I slowly tightened my fingers, gripping the fabric of my abdomen tightly.

I wanted to do something, but no matter what I did, it wouldn't bring Grandma back, and it might even make me lose the baby.

My grip tightened, and the fabric in my hands became a crumpled mess.

My nails dug into my palms, and I suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably.

Frank held me in his arms, kissed my forehead, and in an extremely gentle voice, he reassured me," Charlotte, you don't need to be so hard on yourself. If this baby isn't meant to be with us, then so be it. We can still have children in the future. Even if we don't have kids, it's okay. To me, you are the most important. I just want you to be well."

I remembered the dream I had just had.

Frank should be bold and carefree. He should never be humble. He should never make himself suffer just to make me happy.

He shouldn't always be the one making compromises.