Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 110

"No need..." Margaret tugged at Bryant’s sleeve. "I just want you to stay with me for a little while, okay? If not, you might as well let me die in pain!"

"Well, guess you'll have to die in pain then." Despite his words, Bryant pulled a long face and got her a glass of water, his tone chilly. "Drink more water."

Margaret snorted. "Water doesn't cure anything."

I stumbled, nearly falling over, and when I looked up, it was their natural interaction unfolding before me, one pretending, the other willing to believe.

After Timothy was rushed to the ICU, considering his health, the doctors advised against visiting him.

I could only stand at the door, watching through the glass. The usually kind and gentle Timothy had to breathe through an oxygen mask then, making me unbearably upset.

Suddenly, I noticed Timothy's fingers seemed to move.

I excitedly turned to Gary. "Gary, did Timothy just move?"

"Yes, yes! You're right. He's still moving." Gary was just as hyped up.

We hadn't expected Timothy to wake up so soon, and the surprise and joy rushed me to find a doctor. Halfway there, the alarm of the heart monitor screeched. "ICU Room 1, prepare for resuscitation!"

There was no need for me to call out. The chief of medicine was personally on duty tonight. Hearing the noise, the chief immediately led the doctors and nurses running toward the ICU, their faces grim as they entered.

I stood frozen in the hallway, and my mind went blank. I couldn’t help but think, ‘What's happening? Timothy moved, didn't he? In TV dramas, if the patient moves, isn't it a sign of improvement, a sign they will wake up?’

"Hmm." Timothy's voice was incredibly weak, barely audible. "Jane, joining the Ferguson family must have been hard on you."

"Not at all, not in the slightest." I shook my head vigorously, tears uncontrollable. "Marrying into the Ferguson family, having you as my family, is my blessing. I had no parents, but you gave me loving elders."

"Silly girl, why cry? Everyone will go through birth, aging, sickness, and death." Timothy tried to pat my hand but lacked the strength, glancing behind me. "Where's Bryant?"

"He..." I immediately reached for my phone, intending to call Bryant.

Timothy said, "Never mind. It's too late. There are some things that are better off being shared only with you."

"Please tell me," I urged, stopping and listening intently to Timothy's words, afraid to miss one.