Ex-husband’s Regret

Frank's gaze turned colder. "If after the wedding she finds a way to get rid of the child, then it's not yours. If not, it's definitely yours.

Zachary chuckled in frustration. "Let me ask you this, in the same situation, would you use this method?"

Frank leaned lazily against the chair, his casual tone striking a nerve. "I wouldn't let that situation happen."

At the hospital, Jane finished her IV and was discharged.

She didn't want to stay in the hospital, who knew if someone would come to talk to her again?

Returning to her little home improved her mood, perhaps she would recover better there.

"Have you started cooking?"

Charlotte poured her a glass of water and noticed the kitchen equipment had increased significantly, and the fridge was fully stocked.

"If I remember correctly, you don't know how to cook at all."

"You really know how to flatter me, don't you?" Jane leaned against the doorframe, sipping yogurt. "Zachary cooks, and I wash the dishes."

Charlotte looked surprised. "You wash the dishes? Aren't you the one who hates having oil stuck on your hands? Besides, I remember you have a dishwasher." Not cooking but still installing a dishwasher, Charlotte couldn't understand that at theProperty belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

time.

She could comprehend Jane buying kitchen tools, she wanted her home to feel like a home.

But a dishwasher was really unnecessary.

Now, there was nothing more to say about it.

"It seems like you're settling into this life well, you both seem to get along in every way.

Jane tossed the yogurt container aside, rubbed her face, and lowered her gaze, her voice unusually somber. "Charlotte, since I got home, I suddenly feel..."

After knowing each other for so many years, even if Jane hesitated, Charlotte could understand her thoughts.

Charlotte hugged her gently, patting her back. "Jane, you've been through such difficult times in the past. For what's happening now or in the future, I believe you will do even better, and I will always be with you."

'Just like before,' Charlotte added inwardly.

Jane smiled. "Are you afraid I'll commit suicide?"

"You don't dare."

Though Charlotte said that, she held Jane tighter.

After a while, Jane finally pulled away from Charlotte's embrace and said, "I just wanted to say, I felt so suffocated at the hospital, but I feel much better at home. As for the path ahead, it's indeed tough, but at least someone is keeping me company, and I'm very happy about that."

Hearing this, Charlotte relaxed and handed her the water. "Have some water, Alan will probably bring us lunch soon."

Originally, she had planned to order takeout, but Frank didn't agree.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

She went to open the door and found not only Alan but also Roy.

""Mrs. Smith."

""Here to deliver food?"

Roy respectfully replied, "Yes, Mr. Collins sent me. These are all Miss Greenwood's favorites."

"Give them to me." Charlotte took everything from their hands. "Thank you."

"It's my job."

Alan seemed to have other matters to attend to and stepped back first.

Roy moved aside a couple of steps, standing straight.

Charlotte didn't ask, Zachary must have known Jane was discharged and was worried someone might disturb her, so he sent his trusted aide to keep an eye on her.

She walked inside and waved the portion Roy brought, saying, "Your meal of love."

Jane glanced at her. "You're not any different."

Charlotte smiled. "Didn't I give you the bouquet before? When you wished me happiness, I said we should be happy together."

Jane laughed too.

After tasting the meal sent by Zachary, she still thought his cooking was the best.