Ex-husband’s Regret

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The man wore a dark-colored high-end western sult, his face solemn, his expression cold and indifferent, yet exuding a strong sense of oppression, a born aura of dominance.

I was slightly stunned.

Bob immediately changed his tune, no longer the arrogant and domineering figure from earlier. He rubbed his hands together, put on a smile, and approached Ryan, nodding and bowing. "Mr. Frost, why have you come? I was teaching this little brat a lesson."

My sense of pride seemed to be trampled under Bob's feet. Even though I had already reached the point of divorce, I didn't want Ryan to see me in such a poor state or such an embarrassing relative. "You can leave, this has nothing to do with you."

I pushed Ryan towards the exit.

I didn't want my uncle to meddle in our affairs, and similarly, I didn't want him involved in this mess. "Are you scared?"

Bob blocked the doorway in a stride, raising his voice. Are you afraid my nephew-in-law will know how ungrateful you are?"

I was rendered speechless.

Before I could speak, he began accusing me vehemently. "I don't blame you for being with another woman. She's just too clueless and inconsiderate! With such a bad temper, how could someone like you endure her?"

Ryan glanced at me meaningfully, "Oh? You're right, she does have a temper."

"I'm not accusing her wrongly!"

Encouraged by Ryan's acknowledgment, Bob grew even more spirited, "Not only does she have a bad temper, she's also completely unfilial! You see, my wife and I raised her, and now it's her turn take care of us, but she's turned her back on us."

"Yes, that's not right."

Ryan casually pulled up a chair, crossed his long legs, and spoke lightly, "Tell me, how do you want her to take care of you? In the future, if there are such matters, come to me instead of her. In our family, what she says doesn't count."

I furrowed my brows.

What did he mean by that?

"Really, truly?"

Bob's eyes lit up at Ryan's agreement, and he continued eagerly, "Just pay her aunt's medical expenses, give me 6,000 dollars a month as support, and arrange a job for her cousin. Isn't that reasonable?" I felt utterly embarrassed, wanting to disappear into the ground.

I never expected him to be so bold as to negotiate such terms with Ryan.

But what I feared more was that Ryan might agree! After all, to him, this amount of money was nothing. compared to the trouble it could save him.

Anxious and angry, I said, "In your dreams..."

"Charlotte, let your uncle speak."

Ryan pulled my hand gently, raised an eyebrow at Bob, and asked, "Any other requests? Just tell me everything."

Bob hesitated for a moment, perhaps surprised at how easy Ryan was to talk to, his greed barely concealed in his eyes, "It would be best if you could buy us a downtown apartment, preferably a four-bedroom, two-living-room one. My wife and I are getting old, and her cousin is about to get married. We need a centrally located place for convenience, don't you agree?"

Ryan neither agreed nor disagreed. "That makes sense

Upon hearing these words, Bob was almost jumping with joy, a visible excitement even in Bradley's eyes.

A four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment in the city center would cost close to 2 million dollars, even if it were cheap. In the past, they wouldn't have dared to dream of such a thing, let alone know that such a windfall could drop from the sky.

But suddenly, I wasn't in a hurry anymore.

This didn't quite fit Ryan's usual demeanor when he was trying to do a good deed.

Sure enough, Ryan lowered his eyes, adjusted his cufflinks calmly, and said with a faint smile, "I don't think that's enough. After all, the debt of raising someone is no smaller than the debt of giving birth. It should be repaid a thousand, ten thousand times."

Bob and Bradley exchanged a glance, seeing excitement in each other's eyes!

Ryan smirked slightly, looking calmly at Bob. "Here's the deal. You list all the money you've spent on Charlotte over the years, roughly itemize it-tuition fees, pocket money, tutoring fees, living expenses... everything. Fo