Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 830

Madge twirled her rosary in her fingers, a gesture of contemplation, and sighed, “You know, we might have made some mistakes too.”

Jayne looked towards Madge, her gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

Madge mused, “There's always a tipping point, isn't there? People who pride themselves on their cool logic tend to fall the hardest when it comes to matters of the heart.”

Jayne bit her lip, regret lacing her words, “I should’ve been planning his wedding to some heiress or another when he was younger, not letting him gallivant around for a few more years.”

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Normand came home from a day’s work to find this turmoil but brought with him a glimmer of hope.

“The word from the hospital is that Nelly has refused to go through with the wedding to Dailey.”

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Now that Nelly had laid her cards on the table with Dailey, she stopped caring about appearances.

She went on a rampage in the hospital, smashing anything she could lay her hands on.

Dailey sat there, a picture of calm, watching her destruction. With a mere gesture, his right-hand man, Primo, promptly handed over a check for the damages.

The hospital director couldn’t utter a word of complaint.

After her tantrum, Nelly, panting and exhausted, turned her gaze to the man by the window.

His handsome face was impassive, his eyes calm as if the preceding chaos was a trivial play he had watched from afar. Not once did he blink.

Such a man, with ice in his veins, had shown fervent passion for Christine.

For Christine, he was willing to risk everything, even Nelly’s life.

“Dailey, did you ever consider, if you married me, I’d cling to you for life, and you'd never have a chance with Christine again?”

“No.”

The man’s reply was curt and cold.

Nelly laughed through her tears, a laugh devoid of any joy.

See, mention Christine, and he speaks.

Her tantrum had failed to elicit a single word from him.

“You want to know the truth about that night, right? I’ll trade it for my freedom.”

“It’s too late.”

Nelly knew it was too late, and her offer was more a test than anything else.

Even if Dailey had agreed, she wouldn’t have revealed anything.