Ex-husband’s Regret

Frank gently wiped away my tears, helping me up and taking the child from me.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"You can cry for two minutes, but any longer will damage your eyes."

I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed my cheek against his shoulder. "I'm not crying anymore."

Frank patted my back and whispered, in my ear, "Help your mom up."

I let go of him and turned around. As I bent down, I saw my mom bowing.

My mom opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

Seeing her trying to get up, I reached out to support her.

She waved her hand. "You go talk to your grandma a bit more, I'll give you some room."

I kept holding her. "I'm done, let's go home together."

The corners of my mom's lips twitched slightly as I linked my arm with hers, slowly guiding her down the

steps.

Frank followed behind, holding the child.

Back at Region Gardens, he didn't go to the office but headed to the kitchen to cook.

"Charlotte, you chat with Mom," he said.

I knew he was staying home to cook in hopes of easing the mood between my mom and me.

'He understood that my mom and I had both been blaming ourselves.

Even if we seemed to have moved on in our daily lives, the guilt would resurface every time Grandma was

mentioned.

After visiting Grandma, those feelings peaked.

I often wondered if the accident could have been avoided if we hadn't held the banquet or if Christine

hadn't taken advantage of the situation.

Then none of this would have happened.

"Mom..."

I sat beside her, and strangely enough, we both found ourselves looking at Sparrow in the crib.

We sat in silence for a long time.

When Frank came out carrying dishes, he glanced over at us.

Our eyes met, and he cocked his brows at me.

At that moment, a good portion of my gloom magically lifted.

I turned to my mom. "Mom, let's remove the shackles we've tied ourselves with."

She poked Sparrow's cheek, and the baby, not understanding much yet, smiled back, drool dripping down.

My mom smiled too, squeezing my hand as she said, "Yes, I want to live healthily, see you and Frank happy, and watch Sparrow grow up. If possible, I'd like to see Sparrow find her own happiness too."

At that, a sudden thought struck me. "Mom, now that you have some free time, why not try dating?"

She poked my forehead. "What are you thinking? Do you think I'm like you? Dating?"

"Why not?" I replied. "As long as you want to, you can date at any age."

My mom shook her head. "I've been alone for so many years, I'm used to it. I don't want someone to disrupt my current life."

I wouldn't push her, but I could suggest something.

After dinner, my mom took Sparrow out for a stroll while Frank and I cleaned the table.

As I loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, I brought up the idea.

Frank closed the dishwasher, pressed the start button, and wrapped his arms around me as we left the kitchen.

It wasn't until we were in the bedroom that he finally spoke. "Your idea isn't bad. If Mom starts dating, it'll definitely shift her focus and prevent her from feeling trapped."

"But implementing that idea is still difficult."

"You can't just force her to date."

"There haven't even been any rumors in years, nor have we heard about any ambiguous relationships."

Suddenly, a person came to mind. "You know the award-winning actor, Jason Robinson, right?"

Frank nodded. "I've heard of him. He seems to have worked with Mom for half his life."