Ex-husband’s Regret (Ryan and Charlotte) novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231 

In winter, days were short and nights were long. By around six o’clock in the evening, it was completely dark. I arrived at the coffee shop just before half–past six. 

But Bob was already there. 

I walked towards him and got straight to the point. “What did you mean by what you said at the hospital today?” 

Bob lifted his chin slightly. “Have a seat.” 

“You asked me to come, and here I am. Don’t beat around the bush anymore.” I sat down as he suggested. 

The previous customer must have sprayed a lot of perfume–I could smell it the moment I sat down, wrinkling my nose involuntarily. 

Bob caught my attention with his next words. “Surely you don’t actually believe you’re not your parents ‘biological child?” 

“Don’t talk nonsense. I just want to know what you meant at the hospital.” 

If it was just a slip of the tongue out of anger, I did have my doubts. And if that was the case, he wouldn’t have insisted on meeting me. 

Bob nervously shook his leg. “It was just something said in the heat of the moment. Did you really take it seriously?” 

“Is that all?” I looked at him skeptically. 

At that moment, the waitress brought two cups of coffee over. 

“What else could it be?” 

Bob pushed one of the cups towards me. “I ordered this for you. Have some.” 

Something wasn’t right. 

He wasn’t this kind–hearted. 

From childhood, even if I took an extra spoonful of food, he would scold me for hours. 

How could he possibly invite me for coffee? 

“I won’t drink the coffee. I’ll ask you again, was there really no other meaning to that statement at the hospital?” 

I stood up abruptly, feeling dizzy, and leaned on the table for support. 

My whole body felt weak. 

Bob’s expression turned somewhat sinister. “Hmph, if I said it didn’t mean anything, then it didn’t mean anything. Do you still think you can turn into some sort of daughter from an affluent family?” 

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“It’s best if that’s the case.” 

+15 BONUS 

I steadied myself, trying to pull myself together. The next moment, I fell into endless darkness. 

When I woke up again, I was lying on a large bed, I panicked immediately, trying to sit up, but felt too weak. Someone pushed me roughly. 

It was Jessica. 

She stood with her arms crossed, smiling faintly at me. “Finally awake?” 

I looked around–it seemed to be a hotel room–and instinctively moved back warily. “Did you do this? Where’s Bob?” 

Since when did Bob and Jessica become allies? 

“What do you think?” 

Jessica laughed coldly, her eyes filled with malice. “Charlotte, when you ruined me like this, did you ever think you’d end up in my hands?” 

“I ruined you?” 

“Stop pretending!” 

She gritted her teeth, full of resentment, “That video–besides you, who else would have uploaded it online? Ryan actually defended you, saying it wasn’t you.” 

I frowned. “It really wasn’t me who uploaded that.” 

That incident really screwed me over, thanks to Frank. 

I didn’t get the divorce certificate. 

Now, Jessica was blaming me for it. 

“It doesn’t matter anymore!” she shouted angrily, her face contorting with fury, her bright red lips seeming venomous. “Ryan doesn’t want me anymore. I used to still have a chance… it’s all because of you! I’ll never have a chance to marry him now, Charlotte, I hate you! Why should you, why should you be able to do this?” 

She stared at me with crazed malice. “What makes you so much better than me? Why did that old man stop me from marrying into the Frost family at every turn, yet he’s so good to you! It’s not fair, not fair at all…” 

“I’m already getting divorced.” I didn’t want to provoke her further, so I tried to sound as calm as possible. “Whether he accepts you or not is between you two, it has nothing to do with me.”