Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 110

“No need…” Margaret tugged at Bryant’s sleeve. “I

st want you to stay with me for a little while, okay? If not, you might as well let me die in pain!”

“Well, guess you’ll have to die in pain then.” Despite his words, Bryant pulled a long face and got her a glass of water, his tone chilly. “Drink more water.”

Margaret snorted. “Water doesn’t cure anything.”

I stumbled, nearly falling over, and when I looked up, it was their natural interaction unfolding before me, one pretending, the other willing to believe.

After Timothy was rushed to the ICU, considering his health, the doctors advised against visiting him.

I could only stand at the door, watching through the glass. The usually kind and gentle Timothy had to breathe through an oxygen mask then, making me unbearably upset.

Suddenly, I noticed Timothy’s fingers seemed to move.

Gary. “Gary, did

You’re right. He’s still moving.” Gary was just as

so soon, and the surprise and joy rushed me t find a doctor. Halfway there, the alarm of

tonight. Hearing the noise, the chief immediately led the doctors and nurses running toward the ICU, their

happening? Timothy moved, didn’t he? In TV

me. I steadied myself on a nearby chair, barely

rushed to fetch medication and perform

room was too far away. Though

the chief of medicine came out in less than five minutes or perhaps three. Before the chief could speak, I asked, full of hope, “Timothy’s okay now, right? He must

Mrs. Ferguson. We did everything we could.” He spoke with regret, “Timothy is now awake. He’s asked

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couldn’t wait another second, wiping my eyes as I

I

ICU room,