Lost Me Gained Regret



"Sure," Gregory flashed a smile, "See you tonight."

After Christine's car drove away, Gregory headed towards Dailey.

The middle-aged man quickly bowed, "Mr. Ford."

Gregory leaned on the car, glancing inside with a slight bow of his head.

Seeing no reaction from the man inside, he kicked the car, "Stop playing dead."

Dailey lifted his heavy eyelids, his voice hoarse, "I'm not pretending."

Gregory was unsympathetic, "Wasting medical resources."

Right on cue, the ambulance arrived.

In the VIP hospital room, Gregory casually watched Dailey getting an IV.

Leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, he remarked, "This little act of yours is pretty amateur."

Dailey frowned, not wanting to hear the words "little act."

"It was just a headache, got hit by a car, no big deal. I'm not short on cash."

Gregory chuckled, "Ignoring messages now, are we?"

Dailey: ""

Taking a deep breath, "My head really hurts, and my vision's blurry."

"Serves you right."

Gregory was relentless, "Your own fault for not getting treated."

Dailey was annoyed, "Did you enjoy the voicemail I sent? Happy?"

"You should've been there, listening to how sweetly that kid was calling your wife 'sister.""

Gregory's smile vanished instantly.

True to form, brothers know exactly where to strike to hurt the most.

He scoffed, "Seeing Christine with another man must've really got to you, huh?"

"Must be infuriating, watching the one you like, liking someone else."

Dailey didn't want to talk, but staying silent was even more infuriating.

His heart ached with anger.

"How did I end up being brothers with you."

"Feeling's mutual."

Suddenly, their argument turned childish, like kids bickering in school.

Gregory wasn't about to waste more time on this.

He knew Dailey wouldn't die from this, so he got up to leave.

But then he heard Dailey's hoarse voice.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Aren't you going to help?"

"No."

"Please."

Gregory raised an eyebrow.

This was rare.

He sat back down.

Dailey: "..."

When Christine and I met Mr. Shaw, Raleigh Shaw, under Merritt's guidance, I could feel a warmth from him towards me that he didn't show to others.

But his next words chilled me to the bone.

"I know you're Bella's daughter."

He personally handed me a cup of hot chocolate.

Whereas Christine and Merritt got theirs from an assistant.

I accepted it, thanking him politely, "Sorry for the intrusion."

Raleigh sat across from me, getting straight to the point, "I know why you're here."

"I was at the party too, but because Bella had invited journalists, wanting the whole world to know you're her daughter, I kept my attendance a secret to avoid overshadowing the event."

"I was there to rescue Bella, but to avoid media attention, I was positioned far from the stage. L

could only watch as she was hit by the debris from the explosion."

He paused, a flash of pain in his eyes, then continued, "Later, she went abroad for treatment. I went too, offering to look after her, but she refused."

"She felt guilty because I got injured while saving her, meaning I'd have to use stunt doubles for action scenes from now on. She pushed me away even more."

He sounded somewhat helpless, "So, Jane, there's no future between your mother and me."

...

The chaos of that day, along with being kidnapped, left me unaware of these details.

I stood up, bowing slightly, "I'm sorry for imposing on you."

"But all I want is for my mother to love herself, not to be forever haunted by that explosion."