Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 337 

As she was chatting with Gregory, I hung up the pieces of clothing I had designed for her, meticulously ironing them out. 

“Jane!” Ramona feigned discontent, pulling me down onto the couch with a huff, “The servants can handle that, dear. Why don’t you sit down, have some coffee with me, and we can chat? Must you always do everything yourself?” 

I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s really no bother at all.” 

“You, young lady.” 

She held my hand, turning to Gregory, “So, you were saying you’re roping Jane into playing pretend in front of your parents?” 

Gregory and her were close, no secrets between them, “Yes.” 

She looked at me with concem, “He’s not pressuring you, is he?” 

“Ramona, what do you take me for?” Gregory couldn’t help but laugh. 

I smiled too, “No, I actually need his help with something as well.” 

Ramona didn’t pry into what that was, but was unhappy about something else. 

“I’m scared that Lilliana might not come back.” 

She held back tears, looking at Gregory with the authority only an elder could, “Whether you and Jane are serious or just playing around, I’m totally cool with it. Just one thing, even if it’s an act, there’s no reason to have her stay over at the Ford Residence on the first visit.” “She can stay with me. Make sure she’s back by ten every night.” 

“Ramona,..” I felt a warmth in my heart. 

The old lady patted my hand, looking earnestly at me, “It’s tough being a young woman on your own. I’m here to support you, no matter what. Would you like that?” 

Not just me, but even Gregory seemed taken aback by her words. NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

His expression suddenly turned cold for a moment. 

I knew he felt it was unfair to Lilliana. 

Dorothy had replaced Lilliana in the Myers family, and now Ramona was considering me as a substitute after all these years… 

So, almost instinctively, I was about to refuse, when Gregory softened his stance, “Just do as she says.” 

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. 

After lunch at the Myers Mansion, I found a moment alone to explain, “I didn’t expect Ramona to suddenly bring that up…” Gregory looked at me, puzzled. “Jane, why do you always rush to explain yourself in every situation? When it comes to who’s to blame, it could be either me or her, but you’re totally not at fault. Why do you feel the need to explain?” 

“..” I didn’t have an answer. 

Maybe it was because the Myers name loomed so large, one wrong move and people might suspect ulterior motives. 

I had lived too cautiously. 

Suddenly, Gregory stood up, walked halfway out of the dining room, to that room we visited last time. 

then turned back, grabbed my hand, and pulled me out, all the way 

Lilliana’s room! 

He let go of my hand, pushed open the gate, and looked around at the familiar setting, his lips moving after a long pause: 

“I don’t blame Ramona, because even I keep feeling like you’re her. If it weren’t for her health, I might have even dragged you both off for a DNA test.” 

I bit my lip. “But you’ve checked already…” 

Last time, when Allen had me doubting my own identity, Mark had helped me check too. 

I had always been Jane, not Lilliana. 

Gregory looked at me with a self–deprecating smile. “tronic, isn’t it? Reality tells me you’re not her, but my subconscious keeps pulling me towards you” 

He closed his eyes, a pained expression crossing his face, torn and conflicted, “Sometimes I feel like I’m betraying her.”