Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 573

Later that evening, before Gregory could return, a message suddenly popped up on my phone.

—[Jane, are you sure you don't want to reconsider my offer?]

—[Stop putting Gregory in a tight spot. He won't be able to get the antidote. Aren't you afraid something might happen to him?]

My fingers tightened around my phone until they turned white, and my face went pale.

A tumult of emotions twisted in my heart.

I couldn't help but marvel at how well Mark, my long-time friend, knew me.

He had an uncanny knack for pinpointing exactly what was on my mind.

The thought of something happening to Gregory was unbearable...

And what about our unborn child?

Could I really let Gregory risk his life over my troubles?

I felt a chill run through me as I stared blankly at Ramona, lying unconscious. Before I knew it, my face was wet with tears.

"Jane, I'm back..." Gregory walked in and stopped short when he saw my condition. His brow furrowed as he wiped away my tears, asking, "Why are you crying?"

"Gregory..." I sniffled, barely managing to say his name before I threw my arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably.

Without my saying a word, he had to guess.

He gently stroked my back, asking softly, "Did Mr. Abdul say something about Ramona?"

"No."

I shook my head, still sobbing.

"Then..."

Gregory's sharp gaze fell on my phone, left carelessly to the side, his voice deepening, "Did Mark say something to you again?"

I hesitated, surprised.

I always knew he was perceptive, but I hadn't realized he could see right through to the heart of matters.

"Alright, alright, you're not."

He sighed, then got to the point, "Our suspicions were right. Mark is indeed behind this, and he has the antidote."

I instinctively tightened my grip on Gregory's hand.

Gregory comforted me, saying, "I've sent people to look for the antidote. If they can't find it, we'll have to try a different approach."

"Gregory, don't be too aggressive, Mark..."

Gregory's lips pressed into a thin line, interrupting me, "Afraid I'll hurt him?"

I sighed, "I'm afraid for you. The Larson family has deep connections, and I bet none of their people are clean."

Gregory came from a good family, but his past was marked by survival in the face of ruthless adversaries.

He was never one to show mercy to his enemies.

Especially not to someone like Mark, a thorn in his side he'd been eager to remove.