Ex-husband’s Regret

Stomach Cancer.

I was stunned for a moment, looking at Aunt Laura in disbelief. "How could... how could you..." Before Aunt Laura could speak, Bob interjected, in my opinion, you can compromise on other things, but when it comes to treating illness, you should use the best."

I glanced at Aunt Laura and agreed, "That's true. I have 40 thousand on hand. I can give it all to Aunt Laura for her treatment."

The child was gone...

I didn't really need to have too much money.

Money could be earned back, but a person...

Unexpectedly, Bob frowned disapprovingly. "You're only offering 40 thousand?"

I replied honestly, "That's all I have."

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Bob was angry. "Don't think I don't know what kind of person your husband is. When that old man came to our house with the betrothal gifts, I asked. It's the Frost family! the Frost family of Jelaston! Five hundred thousand is nothing to you? Charlotte, how did I not realize you're a heartless person?!

A bitter taste rose in my throat, feeling utterly powerless. "I getting a divorce, Uncle Bob. I'm cutting ties with the Frost family soon."

Bob and Bradley exclaimed in unison, "Divorce?!

I nodded. "Yes."

Bob was taken aback for a moment, then shrugged indifferently. "You're going to divorce. It's not like you're already divorced, right? It's him wanting the divorce? Ah, men. It's normal to crave the outside world for a moment. Just turn a blind eye."

"We've already applied for divorce at the Civil Affairs Bureau. There's not much difference

now."

He spoke shrewdly, "But I heard you can still cancel the application once it's submitted?"

I couldn't help feeling irritated. "Uncle Bob, this is my own business."

"Okay, okay." He waved it off. "As long as you continue to provide us with living expenses in the future, and give all the money for your aunt's treatment, I won't interfere."

I persisted, "What about the money

I've been giving you all these years?"

Over the years, including the betrothal gifts, I had given them a total of 300 thousand dollars.

It had only been three years.

Where did the money go?

Bob immediately became agitated. "What are you implying? Your cousin is about to get married. Don't you need to buy him a house and a car? The money you gave is not even enough for a down payment! Where would there be money left for your aunt..."

"Enough!"

Aunt Laura couldn't listen any longer. She sat up, supporting herself with her hands, pointing at Bob and Bradley. "Both of you, get out!"

Bob and his son behaved as if they hadn't heard her.

Aunt Laura threatened to get out of bed, "Fine, if you won't leave, I will. I won't bother with this illness!"

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"Being ill is one thing, but your temper is getting worse!" Bob snorted, grabbing Bradley and leaving.

Finally, it was quiet. I helped Aunt Laura lie back down and sighed. "When did you get sick? What did the doctor say? Is it serious?"

"The doctor said it was discovered at an early stage, with a 10-year survival rate being quite possible."

Aunt Laura held my hand, looking at me with gentleness. "So, don't worry about me. As for money, don't listen to him. I have enough to cover it."

"Where did you get the money..."

"Don't you transfer 2,000 to me every month? I only give him 600, and he doesn't know about the rest. Plus, I've saved some money secretly over the years. It's just about enough."