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.

“Mr. Ferguson had called earlier, concerned. He mentioned your special health condition

initially wanted to refuse but then thought better of it. “Okay.”

Besides, the divorce papers weren’t in my hands yet. Utilizing the Ferguson family resources was only

led us directly to the patient rooms.

these all occupied?”

was staying in took me considerable effort to secure.

Ferguson. If you need a room, others should make way

There were only three patient rooms, Housing Margaret,

feeling guilty toward me, he

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And Margaret and Teresa were too important

bodyguards standing outside the room that Margaret had occupied. And Margaret herself was barred from entering, visibly

Upon seeing me, she stormed over,

arm. “Ms. Ferguson, I’m not the kind who never lays a hand on a

gentle, seemed intimidating when he spoke like that.

wasn’t just Margaret who was shocked, I was blown away

“What did you say to Bry? Why is he suddenly