Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 451

I had just managed to slip away when...

Gregory glanced towards the bathroom before nonchalantly answering the call. With his extensive network of connections in the UK, finding out if Jane was really there wouldn't be a problem. Yet, all Ophelia could dig up was a mere trifle. Either Ophelia was slipping up, or it was Lucius.

On the phone was Lucius.

"Mr. Ford, there’s something you need to know. I've just received some information. Ophelia's probably tied up and didn't answer her phone, so I'm ringing you directly."

Gregory lit a cigarette, taking his time, his voice steady as ever, "Go on."

"The info I've just got shows Ms. Webster had been battling depression, on medication for two years. Last summer, she... she attempted suicide by slashing her wrists..."

Gregory's pupils dilated, his voice trembling, "The exact date. Or, what... what happened before she did it?"

"It was August 23rd."

"Damn it—"

Gregory's hand shook, burning himself with the cigarette, drawing in a sharp breath—not from the burn, but from a pain deep within.

She had tried...On his birthday last year.

Gregory's heart clenched painfully. His eyes reddened, glossing over as he took a harsh drag from his cigarette, coughing violently. But it did nothing to soothe the ache inside.

Hunched over, he was the picture of misery.

He dared not recall what he had been doing, what he had said since she returned to the country.

She had filed for divorce as soon as she got back, had come to him.

She had always kept her distance from Mark.

And what had he done? He had been moody, unable to let go of the past two years. He had nearly torn her apart.

Just ten minutes ago, what had he said to her? He accused her of acting. He had used the cruelest words to force her to admit she had not been unfaithful.

But she had never been!

Yet he had forced her to prove it.

After a while, there was silence on the other end of the phone. Lucius uncertainly called out, "Mr. Ford?"

Before he could finish, the door to his office was flung open.

Ophelia stormed in, furious, glaring daggers at him!

Lucius waited a moment, then, seeing Gregory remain silent, said, "Mr. Ford, I'll hang up now. Call me anytime if you need anything. I'll send the information to your email straight away."

"Click—"

The moment Lucius hung up, a powerful slap landed on his face!

Lucius inhaled sharply, wiping the blood from his lip, chuckling, "Should've known you'd have a strong backhand."

"Lucius, you're despicable!!" Ophelia, eyes blazing behind her glasses, "What right did you have to tell Mr. Ford?!"

"Because it was my people who found out." Lucius said, "Because Mr. Ford has given me the life I have now. Ophelia, it's the same for you, for me, for everyone. None of us has the right to betray Mr. Ford."

Lucius had never been one for principles.

Over the years, he had blood on his hands, but his loyalty never wavered.

What does liking someone matter?