Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 426

Edith, always straightforward, couldn't help but express her concern, "These past couple of years must have been tough for you, huh?"

I was taken aback, "How did you know?"

"Just a guess."

She offered a sympathetic smile, like a wise older sister. "Even though we haven't spent much time together, I can tell you're not the type to play the field."

"Leaving him was probably a last resort, right?" Her question was phrased with such certainty.

It didn't surprise me she could see through it.

Edith had that laid-back vibe but was incredibly observant and thoughtful underneath.

In short, the Ford family had a knack for reading people.

I saw no point in denying it, so I nodded, "Yes, Gregory's dad came to see me. And then, Bryant... he promised me that if I went back with him, he'd help Gregory."

"That must have been tough."

Edith sighed, a mix of admiration and pity in her tone, "It's a shame Palmer Ford played dirty, almost capsized Greg's ship. Well, he did capsize it, but Greg managed to right it again on his own."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile, "Yeah, he's always been sharp."

As kids, he always seemed a step ahead of the rest of us, the most clever and bold.

Ramona always thought I was fearless, but in reality, it was Gregory who had instilled that in me, telling me to go ahead and make mistakes because he'd be there to catch me if I fell.

He nurtured my wild, unrestrained nature, much like a vibrant sunflower thriving in the sun.

Edith seemed surprised, "You remembered everything?"

"Yeah."

I handed her a bottle of water, "A couple of years ago, I had an accident that somehow brought everything back."

She was quick, "Because of Greg?"

"Not exactly."

Nowadays, a phone is like an adult's lifeline. Without it, it felt like I could truly start over.

Edith nodded in understanding, "So why haven't you explained any of this to Greg?"

"I was depressed."

I licked my lips, "Given Gregory's nature, he'd want to know everything. Why I went to France, why I didn't reach out to him. And sooner or later, he'd find out about my depression."

He'd feel guilty, responsible.

Edith's expression grew tense. "No wonder... no wonder you haven't explained what happened two years ago to Greg. You were afraid he'd blame himself..."

I couldn't have explained it before.

And now, it was even harder to find the words.

Telling him would only add to his burden.

Before I could respond, Edith sighed, "I owe you thanks for being so considerate towards him. It's definitely not the right time to bring this up. Don't worry, he's been faithfully following his treatment, and since you've come back, his symptoms have noticeably improved."