Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 149

On the way to the hospital, I leaned heavily against the passenger seat, my mind foggy

with fever.

I couldn’t shake off the image of Bryant’s grief-stricken face before I left, as if someone had squeezed lemon juice right into my heart, sour and unbearable. Yet, the outburst seemed to have cleared the bad feelings in my chest by a considerable margin.

Yes, it was our baby we lost. Why should I bear this pain alone? Bryant should suffer, too. We should share our misery.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Mark reached to feel my forehead, his s expression laced with concern, “You’re running quite the fever.”

“It’s no big deal, just a bit under the weather. A rest of one day or two will fix me up.” I shrugged it off nonchalantly.

After all, a cold or fever seemed trivial without my baby to worry about anymore. Just pop some pills and get some rest, and I will be healthy again.

BlessedCare Medical Facility was the nearest, and worried about wasting time, Mark didn’t opt for another hospital. And frankly, I didn’t care, either.

In such a large hospital, unless by design, it was unlikely to run into anyone you knew.

However, when we parked and opened the car door, the hospital director rushed to greet us with a doctor and two nurses.

said, “Mr. Ferguson had called earlier, concerned. He mentioned your special health condition and said that you had a fever, insisting that

but then thought better of it.

in my hands yet. Utilizing the Ferguson

my surprise, the director led us directly to the

“Aren’t these all

staying in

If you need a room, others should

patient rooms, Housing Margaret, Teresa, and Cheryl.

moment, with Bryant still feeling guilty toward

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Cheryl to move out. And Margaret and

bodyguards standing outside the room that Margaret had occupied.

room!” Upon seeing me, she

her arm. “Ms. Ferguson, I’m not

intimidating when he spoke like that.

shocked, I was blown away

subside. She glared at me with teeth clenched. “What did you say to Bry? Why is he suddenly angry with me, even telling