Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 604

On the outskirts of the city, nestled among green fields, stood the Serenity Rehabilitation Center.

The doctors assured that Hanson was not in mortal danger, but his future seemed confined to a bed.

Yet, with rigorous physiotherapy, there was a glimmer of hope for some independence.

Gregory simply checked him into the center, sparing no expense for his care but dismissing the need for rehabilitation.

Hanson found speech difficult now, his words slurred, his face asymmetric. Whenever he opened his mouth, drool would escape.

A caregiver, with a patience saint-like, tied a bib around his neck - reminiscent of those worn by infants.

For Hanson, it was an unparalleled humiliation.

He regretted his past outbursts of temper and pride.

Gregory, observing Hanson’s glare, couldn't help but smirk.

“You should be grateful for your devoted wife. Without her, I, the so-called ruthless man you despise, wouldn't let you live comfortably.”

“Always wanted to control me, right? Well, watch closely how I live freely and arrogantly.”

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Back at Elmwood Villas, Bella announced she would cook dinner herself.

I was surprised. Imagining a celebrity of her stature, I thought her culinary efforts would be limited to baking, avoiding the mess of cooking oils.

Yet, my judgment might have been too narrow.

But, as it turned out, cooking was not her forte.

“Oops, this pan won’t do at all.”

Bella almost turned the kitchen into a bonfire before Zoe stepped in to save the day.

I approached, curious, only to see Zoe holding a charred pan, the kitchen enveloped in smoke.

“Stay back,” Bella coughed, gesturing for me to keep my distance.

I handed her a wet wipe for the grease on her hands, and we couldn't help but laugh at the moment shared.