Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 379

I was momentarily stunned. "What?"

He shook his head gently, his voice soft. "Nothing."

But the resolve in his eyes ran deep.

...

When we arrived at the BlessedCare Medical Facility, the medical staff had just emerged from the emergency room.

The director approached us, shaking his head in resignation. "Mr. Ferguson, Mrs. Ferguson, we did everything we could, but the illness progressed too rapidly. There was nothing more the doctors could do."

I needed confirmation, "So, it was just the illness getting worse?"

The director nodded. "Yes."

My heart sank, tears welling up in my eyes. "Isn't there anything else that can be done? Any method, no matter the cost..."

Even though I found out I was a Myers and not really related to my aunt by blood, she was still the one who was always there for me.

The director sighed. "All possible methods have already been attempted. Mr. Ferguson has taken care of the medical expenses thus far."

"Thank you for everything..."

I said, my gaze inadvertently drifting towards Bryant. "And... thank you."

I had noticed there was still money in my aunt Cheryl's medical account and the hospital hadn't prompted for payment, so I assumed it was sufficient.

Little did I know, Bryant was the one covering the costs.

Bryant spoke softly, "Let's go see your aunt now."

"Yeah!"

I held her hand, "It's okay, you still have me."

"Yes, thankfully I have you."

Cheryl sighed, glancing at Bryant standing behind me, advising, "Silly girl, I can tell Bryant cares a lot about you. Cherish the people in your life so you don't end up alone on a hospital bed like me."

"Don't worry."

Bryant, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up with conviction, "No matter what happens, I will take care of Jane."

I didn't want to upset Cheryl any further, so I didn't argue or respond.

"That's all I needed to hear," she said with a gentle smile, her strength seemingly fading. She then looked at my neck, "Are you wearing the locket?"

"Yes, I am. See, I've been wearing it all along," I reassured her, pulling out the locket from under my shirt and showing it to her. Finally, with hesitation, I asked, "Auntie, Uncle wasn't just speaking out of anger, was he? I'm... not really a Webster, am I?"