Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 847

"She's still sleeping. Had a bit too much to drink with Christine last night."

Bella got up. "I'll go wake them."

"Don't bother. Let her sleep," Gregory said, just as Jane stepped out from the side room, followed closely by Christine.

Dailey immediately approached, with Merritt following suit.

As Jane was about to say something, Gregory placed Mira in her arms and pulled her aside.

"Mira's hungry. Let's feed her first."

Jane saw right through him. "You're just trying to help Dailey."

Gregory chuckled. "Caught me, but let's keep it to ourselves. We're still a good team."

Meanwhile, Christine was already being led to the large dining table by Dailey.

"All your favorites," Dailey offered.

Christine shook her head. "Not anymore."

She sat at the stone table, grabbed a pancake with her hands, and took a big bite. "I love the ones Helena makes now. They taste like home."

Her words weren't just about the food; they were a jab at him, too.

Dailey's lips tightened slightly.

Gregory attempted to lighten the mood. "My daughter deserves the best."

He offered a bowl of creamy porridge, simmered to perfection with tender lobster shreds mixed in. But Mira wasn't interested, pointing insistently at a bowl of something yellow on the stone table, making little noises.

Jane sat down, and Christine scooped a spoonful, blew on it, and brought it to Mira's mouth. Mira eagerly slurped it up.

Gregory glanced at Dailey, giving a slight shrug.

"Brother, I tried."

Dailey sighed. "What is this, anyway? Christine, are you sure it's okay for the kid?"

Christine shot him a look. "Oh, Mr. Big Shot, it's corn pudding."

"I picked the corn myself, ground it into powder. Pure, organic, suitable for everyone."

"I hear you loud and clear." Dailey ate the egg in his hand. "You're hinting at it."

Christine wished she could just stop talking altogether. How did these conversations always escalate so quickly?

"Mr. Clarkson, maybe you should get your head checked at the hospital. Don't think you're so clever. Even eagles can get their eyes pecked by chickens."

Dailey finished his egg and wiped his hands with a napkin, a subtle smile on his face in the morning light.

"I understand."

With that, he strode off, leaving Christine holding half a boiled egg, bewildered.

She turned to Jane. "What did he understand?"

Jane asked Gregory, "What's with your friend?"

Gregory shrugged nonchalantly. "Gone a bit mad, I guess."

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