Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte)
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Chapter 434

Hearing this, Frank pulled me close again, still deliberately keeping a stern expression. "And what else, Charlotte? Say it all at once."

I was slightly taken aback. "What else did you replace out?

"What should I have found out?"

My gaze flickered, growing uncertain. I didn't know how extensive his network was. But since he could replace out that Jack owned the house I was living in, he must have known other things as well....

I hugged him and hesitantly said, "Frank, it wasn't that serious... And it's already been cured."

This time, he was the one who was stunned.

"Cured?"

"Yes." I nodded. "Jack introduced me to a very skilled psychologist, a very kind woman who helped me a

lot....

"A psychologist?" He suddenly grabbed my shoulders, pulling us apart, his eyes filled with turbulence!

I then realized something. "You... didn't know?"

"Psychologist..." Frank murmured, looking deeply into my eyes. "You... had depression? When did this happen?"

"A long time ago!" I was sure he didn't know and didn't want him to feel guilty, so I only said part of it. "It was diagnosed before your incident."

He suddenly tightened his embrace, pulling me into his arms.

*Charlotte, are you an idiot? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I am an idiot." I patted his head. "That's why I need Frank. According to the law of balance, a smart person should be paired with an idiot, right?" "You really are an idiot." Frank pinched my face with frustration.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I was about to tell him I needed to use the bathroom when his phone rang.

I took the opportunity to step away.

Frank glanced towards the bathroom and answered the call with a neutral expression.

With his connections in Frankes, if Charlotte really went there, replaceing out the details should be no problem.

Yet, Paulina had only found a small amount of information.

Either Paulina had made a mistake, or it was Alan.

Alan was on the other end of the line.

"Frank, there's something. I just got the news. Paulina is probably busy and didn't answer, so I'm calling

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you directly."

Frank lit a cigarette, staying calm as usual, and said, "Go ahead."

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"The documents just received show that Ms. Wilson had depression, took medication for two years, and even attempted suicide by slitting her wrists last summer..." Frank's eyes widened, his voice trembling. "The specific date. Or did something happen before she... slit her wrists?"

"Local time, August 23rd."

*Ouch..." Frank's hand shook. He had burned himself with the cigarette, and he gasped, though not from

the burn.

It was the pain in his heart.

'She had slit her wrists... on his birthday last year."

For a moment, his heart felt like it was being squeezed

Frank's eyes turned bloodshot, filling with tears. He took a hard drag on the cigarette, coughing violently, but it didn't ease the pain in his heart.

He hunched over, looking utterly disheveled.

He didn't even dare to think about what he had done or said since her return.

She had come back and immediately sought a divorce, looking for him.

She had clearly maintained distance from Jack.

But what had he done?

He was erratic, unable to let go of her, yet still stuck in the past two years.

He had nearly torn her apart.

Just 10 minutes ago, what kind of mean things had he said to her?

He had accused her of being pretentious.

He had used the harshest words to force her to admit that she had no ambiguous relationships with anyone else.

But she had never done anything of the sort!

Yet he forced her to prove herself.

After a long silence, Alan's uncertain voice came through the phone. "Frank?"