Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 689

"Sure," Gregory flashed a smile, "See you tonight."

...

After Christine's car drove away, Gregory headed towards Dailey.

The middle-aged man quickly bowed, "Mr. Ford."

Gregory leaned on the car, glancing inside with a slight bow of his head.

Seeing no reaction from the man inside, he kicked the car, "Stop playing dead."

Dailey lifted his heavy eyelids, his voice hoarse, "I'm not pretending."

Gregory was unsympathetic, "Wasting medical resources."

Right on cue, the ambulance arrived.

In the VIP hospital room, Gregory casually watched Dailey getting an IV.

Leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, he remarked, "This little act of yours is pretty amateur."

Dailey frowned, not wanting to hear the words "little act."

"It was just a headache, got hit by a car, no big deal. I'm not short on cash."

Gregory chuckled, "Ignoring messages now, are we?"

Dailey: "..."

Taking a deep breath, "My head really hurts, and my vision's blurry."

"Serves you right."

Gregory was relentless, "Your own fault for not getting treated."

Dailey was annoyed, "Did you enjoy the voicemail I sent? Happy?"

"You should've been there, listening to how sweetly that kid was calling your wife 'sister.'"

Gregory's smile vanished instantly.

True to form, brothers know exactly where to strike to hurt the most.

He scoffed, "Seeing Christine with another man must've really got to you, huh?"

"Must be infuriating, watching the one you like, liking someone else."

Dailey didn't want to talk, but staying silent was even more infuriating.

His heart ached with anger.

"How did I end up being brothers with you."

"Feeling's mutual."