Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 589

The call ended without further ado.

Unexpectedly, after freshening up and stepping out of my room, I spotted Ramona, all flustered and rushing out.

"Ramona, where are you headed?" I called out to her, closing the distance only to notice her pale complexion, which sent waves of panic through me. "What's wrong? Are you feeling okay?"

"I need to get to the hospital," she responded hurriedly, forgetting even to change her shoes before heading out the door.

Without a second thought, I followed her, "Ramona!"

Given that Gregory had been tied up with work and dealing with the Myers family affairs was bound to be a hassle, he had assigned a bodyguard to me.

"I'll come with you, don't worry," I assured her, calling for the bodyguard and helping Ramona into the car.

"Head to the city hospital," Ramona instructed.

Suddenly, I remembered the call I had received earlier. "Ramona, did the hospital call you about Victor being in an accident?"

She nodded, "No one was there to sign the consent form for surgery, so I asked the hospital to start resuscitation."

As she spoke, she seemed troubled. "Jane... if we don't save him, we might lose him."

Ramona's health hadn't been great, especially after being poisoned a couple of times. Though the toxins were cleared, her age made it harder for her to withstand such shocks.

Victor might have been reckless, but he was still her son, whom she had carried for nine months and raised with all her heart.

Ideally, the Myers estate was supposed to be his.

However, Ramona felt that Pearl had ulterior motives, which proved to be true.

Victor, easily swayed and without much of his own opinion, would just follow whatever Pearl suggested. This could not only lead to outsiders benefiting from the Myers family fortune but also disturb Ramona's peace in her later years.

But all of this was because Victor and I had no strong ties, allowing me to think more rationally.

Moreover, to secure the Myers estate, Victor and Pearl had stooped to lows like poisoning Ramona, not just once but repeatedly.

Ramona, with trembling hands, signed the surgery consent and critical condition notices.

I helped the unsteady Ramona to a seat nearby and sent the bodyguard to find out why Pearl was unreachable.

Logically, since Victor was key to Pearl's claim on the Myers estate, her negligence seemed out of character.

Minutes later, the bodyguard returned, reporting, "Pearl's phone has been off. The hospital tried contacting many people before finally getting through to us."

I regretted not answering the call earlier. Had I agreed to come, Ramona wouldn't have had to rush over in such distress.

I took the bottle of water the bodyguard offered and handed it to Ramona, "Here, drink some water."

Suddenly, Ramona grasped my hand, tears streaming down her face as she fretted and blamed herself, "I've dragged you into this mess."

"Ramona, don't say that," I consoled her, cleaning her tears with a tissue, urging her not to worry too much and risk a health emergency. "You're my grandma. It's only right for me to take care of you and help you with your matters."

Ramona's grip on my hand tightened, "I didn't come here to change anything. The Myers estate will definitely go to you, that's the least I can do to honor the Myers family ancestors... I came because, despite his faults, he's my son. I can't just watch him die."