Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 402

As I reached out to knock on the car window, a bodyguard swiftly blocked my motion.

"Excuse me, ma'am! This is a private vehicle."

"I'm aware."

I pointed inside the car, "I know him."

The passenger window rolled down, and another bodyguard spoke up, "Sorry, but our boss doesn't know you."

I retorted, "He doesn't? How could that be!"

"That's correct. You must be mistaken!"

As those words were spoken, the driver, following orders, pressed the gas pedal, and the sleek black sedan slowly drove away.

The other cars quickly followed suit.

I stood there, dumbfounded, for a moment.

Gregory was refusing to meet me...

Or was he not Gregory at all?

Suppressing the doubts in my heart, I turned back to Ramona's hospital room to ask the nurse.

"Was that Mr. Ford visiting for the first time?"

"I don't think so, but it wasn't during my shift."

The nurse replied, "He seemed quite familiar with the hospital room and its setup when he came."

I inquired, "How did Grandma refer to him?"

"She just held his hand, wouldn't let go. His people kept me outside, but before I left, I heard her call him something... what was it? Something like 'Ford'?" the nurse recalled.

It was him.

He was alive! He hadn't died!

And he was right here in Vista Town.

I let out a deep sigh of relief, feeling relaxed for the first time in ages, my voice tinged with excitement, "Okay, I got it! Thank you!"

"Ms. Webster, you're friends, right?"

I chuckled and nodded, "Yes, he's a very important friend to me."

The psychologist had told me that my depression had built up over time.

But Gregory's death was the straw that broke the camel's back.

As I was leaving, I ran into Richard Myers, who was also visiting Ramona at the hospital.

I knew this man was my father.

But I just couldn't feel close to him.

He saw me and frowned, "Weren't you happily playing Mrs. Ferguson these past two years? What brings you to Vista Town all of a sudden?"

He made it sound like I was here to fight for an inheritance.

Well, in a way, I was.

The Myers family legacy belonged to me, down to the last penny, and it couldn't fall into Dorothy Myers' hands.

I stared at him, counter-questioning instead of answering, "Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Susan Myers isn't my biological mother, then who is?"

This question caught him completely off guard.

Richard's demeanor flickered for a moment, and he responded self-righteously, "What nonsense are you spouting now? Trying to stir up trouble in the family again?"