Lost Me Gained Regret



Christine texted back instantly: "Goodnight."

Merritt leaned against the foyer wall, grinning like a three-year-old who'd just snagged a handful of candy.

...

When Dailey woke up in the hospital, he was still groggy.

Seeing the driver by his bed, he frowned, "Why are you here?"

Wasn't it supposed to be Christine?

The driver poured him some water, "I was worried about you."This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Dailey was indeed thirsty. After taking a sip, his mind slowly started to kick into gear.

"You brought me to the hospital?"

The driver nodded.

Dailey scowled, "What exactly did you see?"

The driver gave it to him straight: "I saw you talking to Ms. Jackson, then suddenly you passed out. Ms. Jackson couldn't hold you up, but luckily her boyfriend was there to lend a hand. I rushed over and brought you here."

Hearing the word "boyfriend" made Dailey's brows furrow even deeper.

"She said that herself?"

"What?"

The driver was momentarily confused.

Dailey pressed on, "Did you see them go home together?"

The driver shook his head, "I was too worried about getting you..."

He stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Dailey suddenly trying to remove his IV.

The driver, startled, quickly stood up to intervene, "Sir, pardon my frankness, but you're already admitted. This fever isn't going down; you could end up delirious. If that happens, Ms. Jackson will definitely not choose you!"

...

Dailey sent him an icy glare.

The driver shivered but didn't let go of his hand.

Being a driver for their family required a security clearance, reviewed annually to ensure reliability.

Having been with Dailey for many years without issue, it was clear he truly cared.

However, his blunt words were harsh to hear.

As if Dailey wasn't good enough?

But thinking back to how he'd acted, Dailey could see why Christine was so angry with him.

He genuinely wanted to apologize to her.

She just wasn't giving him a chance.

He'd never had to humble himself like this before, nor been in such a sorry state.

"Let go, I'm staying hospitalized."

The driver was skeptical, "For real?"

Dailey looked at him coolly, silent.

The driver withdrew his hand, staying by his side, "I haven't

informed your parents yet, but if you continue to neglect your health, I'l

have to report everything as it is."

Dailey, pressing on his swollen temples, grunted in acknowledgment, which seemed to reassure the driver.

Dailey then said, "Find out where Merritt is."

The driver promptly went to work, and his contacts quickly reported back.

Relaying the information, the driver said, "He's in his own apartment. Don't worry; he's not at Ms. Jackson's place."

Dailey's mood slightly improved

upon hearing this, and he instructed,

"Go bring her here tomorrow. Tell

her she nearly drove me to my death, and she needs to take responsibility."

The driver thought to himself, Can you really win someone over like this, sir?

But he went to carry out the orders anyway.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out.

Christine didn't make things difficult for the driver; instead, she called Jane directly.

After a good night's rest, Dailey woke up feeling much refreshed and eagerly awaited Christine. However, to his dismay, Gregory showed up.

"Why are you here?"

"You think I wanted to come?"

Gregory pulled up a chair and sat

down, "You've really outdone

yourself, huh? Coming up with a

lousy excuse like being 'driven to death to get her to take

responsibility."

Dailey immediately understood.

Christine didn't want to come, complained to Jane, and Jane sent Gregory instead.

"Weren't you supposed to help me?"

Gregory casually crossed his legs, expressionless, "My wife said no."

Dailey felt a headache coming on again, "I'm begging you here."

Gregory just hummed in response, "I said I'd help you, but my wife said no."

Dailey clenched his teeth, "Are you playing dirty?"

Gregory countered, "Aren't you?"

Indeed, Dailey realized his approach was somewhat underhanded.