Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 385

"Wait a sec." I interjected with a light voice, smiling, "My dad? Who's my dad?"

That day, the ones who fervently denied me were them, too.

But Susan could twist and turn with the situation. She chuckled awkwardly, "Oh, darling, are you still holding a grudge? We're all family here. We couldn't wrap our heads around it that day. That's all."

"Exactly, Jane, let bygones be bygones," Dorothy interrupted.

"That attitude of yours." Susan told her off, but not with anger, "Jane is your sister. Show the respect.'"

Dorothy glanced at me, reluctant at first, but then, as if a thought struck her, she smiled, "Yeah, Jane, you’re my sister now."

I almost got goosebumps, casually observing the scene and wondering what they were cooking up this time.

Susan nudged Richard. "You too. Seeing your daughter and not even a hello?"

Richard cleared his throat, glanced at me, and motioned toward the door. "Aren't you here to see Grandma? Go on in."

"Okay." I pushed the door open, seeing Ramona still unconscious on the bed, feeling a bit powerless.

When Ramona would wake up was still uncertain. The trio in the living room was probably hatching some plan by then.

After a while, when I went out, I saw Susan still wearing a forced smile. "Jane, your dad, Jane, and I are glad you're home safe and sound. We should've thrown a welcome party for you, but with Ramona sick and all the troubles at home..."

There she was, hitting the main topic.

I stayed silent, looking into her eyes, waiting for her to cut to the chase. "The company's facing a huge financial gap for our most critical project. We're at a deadlock with RF, and nobody dares to invest now. We have no choice but to ask RF for help. Being part of the Myers family now, maybe you could lend a hand?"

I smiled. "Oh? And how would you like me to 'lend a hand'?"

"Stop fighting with Mr. Ferguson." Susan shamelessly continued, "There’s an old saying, 'For better or worse.' Mr. Ferguson has been nothing but good to you. How about settling down and becoming Mrs. Ferguson for real? From then on, the Myers family will be your stronghold, and no one will dare to mess with you."

"Sure." I nodded in agreement, and as they sighed in relief, I slowly pointed toward Dorothy. "First, she needs to leave."