Regrt 207

Chapter 207

On my way to the Frost Group, I couldn’t help but feel relieved that Ryan finally seemed willing to start suspecting Lauren and Jessica. I should have been able to breathe a sigh of relief. Perhaps this time it would provide answers to both grandpa’s and his mother’s deaths. However, deep down, I still felt unsettled, though I couldn’t quite pinpoint why.

Upon arriving at the Frost Group, I immediately sensed a stark contrast to the atmosphere of the past. Everyone was hurrying around with serious expressions. As I exited the elevator on the top floor, this atmosphere reached its peak.

Gary personally waited for me in the elevator lobby and escorted me to the CEO’s office. Sensing my curiosity, he sighed. “The online situation has had a huge impact on the company. Several projects that were on the brink of completion are now being viewed with skepticism by our partners.”

I furrowed my brows. “It’s gotten this serious?”

It seemed that Frank indeed had considerable skills. His actions had triggered a crisis at the Frost Group unlike anything in recent years.

“Yeah, no one saw this coming.”

Gary glanced towards the direction of the CEO’s office. “Since yesterday’s incident, Mr. Frost hasn’t slept at all.”

I fell silent, unsure of what to say. It was awkward. Publicly, I was already a resigned employee, and privately, I was soon to be a divorced wife.

Gary pushed open the door to the CEO’s office, and I stepped inside to see a man standing in front of the French window, talking on the phone. His demeanor was commanding, and smoke rings intermittently escaped his fingertips.

After tossing out those words, he impatiently tossed his phone onto the coffee table. Perhaps he caught sight of me out of the corner of his eye; he turned around. His deep black eyes were calm and seemed to swirl with intensity.

“You’re here.”

His voice was warm but tinged with an undeniable weariness.

“Yeah.”

I walked over to the sofa and sat down, accepting the coffee Gary handed me. “Thank you.”

After Gary left, Ryan stood up and walked towards me, absentmindedly tugging at his tie. It was only then that I noticed the bloodshot eyes in his gaze.

Gary had indeed spoken the truth.

Ryan sat down, subconsciously attempting to extinguish his cigarette on the inside of his wrist. Sensing my gaze, he quickly pressed it into the ashtray instead.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight, and I frowned slightly. “So, your burn marks came from this?”

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I had suspected as much before, but seeing him about to do it was a different feeling altogether.

His depression… it seemed that there was no sign of improvement.

Ryan’s eyelashes drooped slightly, and he awkwardly avoided my gaze. “Yeah.”

Then, he calmly changed the subject, “How is your aunt? Everything okay?”

“Nothing major,” I answered truthfully, then smiled. “Thanks for the bodyguards. You just need to ask them to rotate shifts at the hospital to keep an eye on my aunt’s room and prevent Bob from causing trouble and hurting anyone.”

Ryan lowered his eyes to check the time. “Yeah, I’ve already instructed them. They should be arriving at the hospital soon.”

“So quickly?”

I was slightly surprised. He rarely took such care of my affairs.

He self–deprecatingly smirked, “You make me feel like I’m some irredeemable villain in your eyes.”

“Not quite.”

Except for being a good husband, most of the time, he was a decent person.

Returning to the point, I asked, “You called me here to ask about what Jessica said, about Lauren being a mistress?”

A trace of hidden pain crossed his cold eyes. “Yeah.”

In truth, I knew his feelings for Lauren weren’t solely maternal; it was more of a solace. However, after Lauren became a vegetable for him, it somewhat deepened his trust in her.

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