Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 374

Gregory quickly caught Ramona as she fell, swiftly instructing the butler, "Farley, is there an ambulance on its way?"

"Yes, it's already at the front gate." Farley had seen Ramona collapse and immediately sent a servant to call for a medical team.

It was all in preparation for 'Lilliana's' frail health, just in case of an emergency. Little did they know it would come in handy so soon.

Ramona got loaded into the ambulance, and I followed in Gregory's car, rushing to the hospital. By the time we arrived, Ramona had been in the emergency room.

My emotions were a whirlwind. I wanted to cry, yet I couldn't. Mostly, I was panicked and scared.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached. The Myers family had also arrived.

Dorothy came running and pushed me aside with a disgusted look. "Jane, what are you doing here? You're nothing but bad luck!"

I steadied myself, looking at her coldly. "My grandmother is ill. What I do is none of your business."

I might have had my doubts before. But right then, I had no time to ponder. I just wanted to know how my grandmother was doing.

"Your grandmother?" Dorothy's face broke into a smirk, "You've got some nerve. Even the tests at the Ford family’s hospital were questionable, and you think a foreign document will get you through the Myers family's door?"

I frowned, asking, "What are you trying to say?"

"Greg always favored you, but who knows what samples were sent abroad for testing? Your hair or someone else's?" Dorothy challenged.

"Dorothy has a point." Susan was against my presence, determined not to acknowledge me, "Ms. Webster, it's better you understand your place as an outsider."

Dorothy faltered, then retorted, "Who's rushing?"

"Enough!" Fearing a confrontation between Dorothy and Gregory would end poorly, Susan interjected, "Dorothy, stop arguing. Once your grandmother comes out of the emergency room alive, whoever needs to leave will leave."

I clenched my fists, feeling Gregory's hand on my shoulder press a bit harder as if he were telling me to stay calm.

Thinking about how Ramona was still in danger made me even more nervous.

Gregory had mentioned Ramona's poor health before. But coughing up blood must be a sign of something serious. Ramona always seemed so lively, not at all like someone gravely ill.

Every second was more agonizing than waiting for the DNA test results. About an hour later, the door to the emergency room finally opened.