Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 778

Dailey's eyes were ablaze with fury, "If he didn’t deliver, and anything happened to Christine, I’d tear him apart."

Jane had always known Dailey to be aloof, always hitting the nail on the head, solving problems with precision.

The fact that he could be friends with Clarence, the quintessential boy-next-door, had once seemed almost implausible to her and Christine.

Now, she saw no significant difference between him and Clarence.

"Shouldn't Mr. Clarkson perhaps get the full story before blowing a fuse?"

Seeing Christine so frail, with a swelling the size of an egg on her forehead and her hand wrapped in thick bandages, Dailey had no patience for gathering facts.

If Merritt could conspire with Nelly against him and Christine, he was no good.

From Dailey's dark expression, Jane could somewhat guess his thoughts.

She slowly said, "Christine tripped over the coffee table, hit her head, and injured her hand. The cut on her forehead was severe; she was almost blinded by the pain. When she tried to call you, you didn't pick up. If Merritt hadn't called her by chance and rushed her to the hospital, you wouldn't even have the chance to be here, raging."

"What?"

Dailey was momentarily confused, "She called me?"

He rummaged through his pockets for his phone, but it was nowhere to be found.

"My phone…"

His brows knitted together.

He couldn’t remember when he had lost it, everything had been too chaotic.

If it weren't for Gregory showing up at his place, leaving today would have meant war at home.

And if Nelly had caused any more trouble in the chaos, he'd be doomed even if he threw himself into the Mississippi River.

He regretted, more times than he could count, showing Nelly any kindness.

Wait.

"Why did you suddenly call Christine?"

Dailey's gaze, sharp as a knife, fell on Merritt standing nearby.

Merritt, feeling uneasy under his stare, tried to maintain composure.