If that was the case, then this woman was even more terrifying than I thought.


    Lauren smiled faintly, her lips still somewhat pale, "It''s all Ryan''s filial piety. Although I''ve been lying in bed for these years, I''ve been well taken care of. It''s precisely because of this, that I can rest assured entrusting Jessica to himpletely."


    "Oh." My lips twitched, pretending not to understand her implication. "That''s good."


    ''Being a mistress herself and arranging her daughter to be one too."


    Unfortunately, her daughter had developed an addiction to being a mistress, not even sparing her own marriage.


    After saying this, I prepared to return to my room.


    "Ms. Wilson."


    However, Lauren stopped me. "Jessica and I are here because Jessica received some photos about you. We don''t want to show them to Ryan behind your back, so you should take a look as well." I furrowed my brow, sensing this wouldn''t be good.


    Ryan casually put his hands in his pockets, his voice calm. "Let''s talk downstairs, Charlotte hasn''t eaten breakfast yet."


    As we walked down the stairs, when Jessica was eager to speak, Ryan shot her a cold nce. "I told you, she hasn''t had breakfast yet. What''s so urgent?"


    With that said, he patted my shoulder and gestured for me to go eat breakfast.


    Jessica pouted defiantly. "You''re still protecting her now! Once you see the photos, you''ll know I''m doing this for your own good!"


    "That''s enough, Jessica."


    An old fox like Lauren wasn''t in a hurry, "Let Ms. Wilson go have breakfast first. Ryan, you haven''t eaten either, hurry and go."


    I was indeed hungry and went straight to the dining room.


    Albert, instructed the servants to bring out breakfast. Despite the Frost family''s wealth, Grandpa never squandered. This tradition was preserved at the Frost family''s residence.


    So, breakfast was just enough for two people.


    It was just some fruits, sds and sandwiches.This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    "Do you like it?" Ryan asked with a smile when he saw me digging in.


    I instinctively turned to look at him. For a moment, I seemed to see indulgence in his eyes. I quickly averted my gaze, "Yes, the chefs here at the Frost family''s residence are very skilled." It''s good that you like it." He chuckled almost imperceptibly, speaking warmly, "I''ll have them make it for you every day from now on."


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    My heart skipped a beat. I gripped the cutlery in my hand a bit harder and said casually, "There''s no ''from now on," we''re getting divorced next month."


    "Well..."


    His breath hitched too, and after a moment, he responded with a single syble that was difficult to read emotionally.


    The breakfast passed in silence.


    After finishing thest piece of fruit on my te, I set down my fork, took a napkin, "Let''s go, they must be waiting to nder me.


    He had finished eating long ago, patiently waiting for me for once, reluctantly said, "Stop thinking about them like this, Charlotte." "Ryan, let''s make a bet."


    I smiled faintly, tilting my head to look at him against the light, "Let''s see if they are going to nder me."


    He lowered his gaze, we were sitting close enough that he could see my reflection in his pupils, "What''s the wager?"


    "Well..."


    After a moment''s thought, I said unhurriedly, "If they are, you use your connections, and we''ll go get the divorce certificate tomorrow." For him, it was just a matter of making a phone call.


    His sharply defined features froze for a moment, a visible trace of destion on his face. "Is that how much you want to leave me?" "Yes!" I looked at his wlessly delicate brows and eyes that I had secretly admired so many times, nodding seriously.


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