Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte)
Chapter 443

I lay in the hospital bed and nodded. "Yes, Frank."

Initially, as I was searching for Frank, I had slowly come to accept the possibility that he might be dead. But lying in the hospital bed that time, I thought it through again. He definitely wasn't dead.

That encounter on the street that day must have been some kind of divine guidance.

After that, my condition improved rapidly, as if someone who was on the brink of death suddenly had hope for recovery.

At that moment, Frank no longer had his usual nonchalant demeanor. His expression was serious. "No, Charlotte, you can't do this again..."

"Then you need to protect yourself."

I wasn't afraid of his serious tone. I then said deliberately, "Frank, if you dare to get into trouble, I'll kill myself for you."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yes, I'm threatening you. Are you scared?"

"Yes." He was helpless against me, his eyes full of fear and affection. "I'm not afraid of anything except that something might happen to you."

"Then promise me, you must protect yourself."

I was also afraid.

I feared that when we faced Luke again, past events might repeat themselves.

It's easy to dodge a direct attack, but it's hard to guard against a hidden threat.

Frank gently stroked my forehead and placed a kiss there. "Okay, I promise you."

"Pinkie swear." Like when we were children, I extended my pinky towards him. "You promise me, and you promise yourself too. Frank, for each other, let's both live well."

"Okay." He bent his lips into a smile, hooked his finger with mine, and shook it slightly. "Charlotte, from now on, no one can take my life, except you."

"Gross, why would I want your life!" I immediately felt it was ominous. "I just want you to be here."

Suddenly, I remembered seeing him in Frankes and knew it was likely a case of mistaken identity or my own illusion, but still, almost by a twist of fate, I asked. "By the way, where were you last year on this day?" Frank thought for a moment. "In Frankes."

He paused slightly, then continued to tend to my wound. "But I didn't get to see you. Do you think if we had met that day, you might have suffered less?"

'Maybe you wouldn't have slit your wrists,' Frank added inwardly.

I understood the implication behind his words.

My heart trembled slightly.

So, the person I saw that day was indeed him.

It wasn't a mistake.

And it wasn't an illusion.

We didn't actually meet, but he saved me once again.

I smiled at him. "But I did see you. You went to the Champs-Alyseas that evening, didn't you?"

"Yes." Frank's eyes widened, and his breathing became erratic. "Did you attempt suicide because of..."

"No." I gave a negative answer

before he could dwell on it, grasping his hand tightly. "Frank, were you sent by heaven to save me? After that incident, I felt hopeful, and within a few months, I was able to stop my medication."

He looked doubtful, with guilt still in his eyes. "Really?"

"Yep." I looked at him honestly. "If you don't believe me, you can have someone check my doctor's prescription records. Everything you've given me has always been salvation."

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He didn't speak, remaining silent for a long time as he rubbed my hair. "Alright, go to bed soon. Don't stay up late during your period." "Yes, sir." I smiled and agreed, knowing that he wouldn't easily let go of this matter.

He would feel guilty and remorseful.

There's no need to rush into explaining everything. Just being there for him and giving him some time is enough.

But I was still a bit worried. "Do you remember our promise?"

"I do." Frank smiled lightly. "Don't worry. I'm not as foolish as you."

Only then did I let out a sigh of relief. "You're really going to the family dinner tomorrow night?"

"Yes."

"I'll come with..."

"I'll go by myself." Frank pinched my face. "If I bring you back to the Smith family, it's for you to take charge, not to just observe other people's expressions."