Ex-husband’s Regret

"Well." Frank had a big smile on his face. "See you tonight."

After Jane's car drove away, Frank walked over to Zachary.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

The middle-aged man quickly bowed. "Mr. Smith."

Frank rested his hand on the car roof, slightly lowering his neck to glance inside.

Seeing that the man in the car had no reaction, he simply lifted his leg and kicked it. "Stop pretending.

Zachary propped up his heavy eyelids, his voice hoarse. "I'm not pretending."

Frank was merciless. "Occupying medical resources."

As he spoke, the ambulance arrived.

In the VIP ward, Frank leisurely watched Zachary get an IV drip.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "Hurting yourself like this is a bit low."

Zachary frowned, not wanting to hear the words "hurting himself."

"I had a headache and wasn't paying attention, it was just a car, I'm not short on money."

Frank chuckled. "Playing dumb now, are we?"

Zachary was at a loss for words.

He took a deep breath. "My head really hurts, and my vision is blurry."

"Serves you right."

Frank showed no mercy. "Who can you blame for not treating your illness?"

Zachary was frustrated. "How did you feel listening to the voice message I sent you? Happy?"

"You really should have been there to hear how that young boy sweetly called your wife Charlotte."

Frank's smile vanished in an instant.

Indeed, friends did know how to really annoy each other.

He chuckled. "Seeing Jane with another guy, you've completely given up, right? Really angry? Well, watching someone you like like someone else, you should be pretty mad." Zachary didn't want to talk to him, but not talking made him even angrier.,

His heart ached with anger.

"Why did I become friends with you?"

"Likewise."

Suddenly, the two acted childishly, like kids pecking at each other.

Frank didn't have time to waste like this.

After all, Zachary would live, so he stood up to leave.

Just as he turned, he heard Zachary's hoarse voice.

"You're really not going to help?"

"Nope."

"Please."

Frank cocked his brows.

This was truly rare.

He turned back and sat down.

Zachary was rendered speechless.

I, along with Jane under Michael's lead, met the award-winning actor, Jason Robinson.

When he saw me, I could feel the warmth he showed me, something he didn't show to others.

But what he said next chilled my heart.

"I know you. You're Yasmin's daughter.'

He personally handed me a glass of water.

While Jane and Michael received theirs from an assistant.

I took it and thanked him politely. "Hello, I'm sorry for the sudden visit."

Jason sat down opposite me and got to the point. "I know why you came to find me. I also attended that banquet, but because Yasmin found a reporter, she wanted the whole world to know you are her daughter. To avoid stealing the spotlight, my schedule wasn't made public. I was on site to rescue Yasmin, but to avoid being spotted by the media, I was positioned a bit far from the stage, and I saw her getting hit by the collapsing wall."

He paused there, pain flashing in his eyes, and continued, "Later she went abroad for treatment, and I also went, expressing my desire to take care of her, but she refused. And because I got hurt when saving her, I can only use a stunt for actions scenes in the future. She felt guilty and rejected me even more thoroughly."

He spoke with a hint of helplessness. "So, Charlotte, there's no possibility for me and your mother."

That day was too chaotic, I was kidnapped and completely unaware of all this.

I stood up and bowed slightly. "I'm sorry for being abrupt."

"But I just want my mom to love herself well and not be trapped by that explosion."