Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 457

"Bastard, dare you say the lab explosion had nothing to do with you?"

Clarence was always straightforward, laying it all out there without a filter. He added, “Don’t think for a moment that The Ford Group is in the bag for you, a bastard child. What makes you think you can stand your ground in the Ford family?”

“At the very least, I’m the one in the Ford family right now, am I not?”

Palmer smiled, glancing at Gregory, “Alright, I’ve delivered the message dad asked me to. Whether you come back or not, that’s on you.”

As he turned to leave, he twisted the knife a bit, “Oh, and happy birthday. I’m surprised you’re still around to celebrate it.”

With that, he left.

Clarence was livid. “What’s he implying? That he regrets Greg didn’t die in that lab two years ago??”

“Enough, Clarence.”

Dailey was the picture of calm, “What’s the point of bickering like this? It’s beneath you.”

Seeing Dailey and Gregory unfazed, Clarence cooled down, turning to Gregory, “Greg, was that explosion two years ago just about ruining his project?”

Dailey leaned back, “You’re underestimating the younger brother’s thirst for revenge.”

I tensed up at that.

Palmer was known for his ruthless methods.

Even now, thinking back to that explosion, I felt a shiver down my spine.

If we were to clash with him again...

Gregory, sensing my anxiety, took my hand and gently squeezed, “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen this time.”

Dailey cut to the chase, “Are you going to the family dinner tomorrow night?”

“Of course.” Gregory’s lips curled up slightly. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

...

After everyone had left, Christine retreated to her room to dive into video games.

Ike took a bath and then crashed on the bed, his little belly sticking out, looking utterly peaceful in his sleep.

After tucking him in, I quietly closed the door behind me and headed out.

Thinking back, I couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment I fell for him again.

Was it when he carried me out of that underground garage after I was kidnapped?

Or when he appeared with an umbrella as I was kneeling in the snow, freezing?

Or maybe when he kicked down the door to the room where I was tied up and being drained of my blood?

...

Reflecting on it, he had saved me, helped me, countless times.

But my feelings for him didn't solidify in any specific moment.

It was his unwavering, unconditional, definitive choice to always pick me.

I could feel his favoritism in a very real way.

Gregory’s gaze deepened, and he kissed me, stirring a whirlwind of emotions, “With you wanting me, how could I ever think of leaving? Jane, I haven’t even married you, haven’t had kids with you, haven’t grown old with you yet.”