Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 150

Following the lead of the hospital director, Professor Franklin stepped forward to inquire about my symptoms. Without even bothering with a blood draw, he prescribed

medication on the spot and had a nurse fetch it for me to start an IV drip.

As the needle pierced my skin, I instinctively flinched, attempting to pull my hand away. Suddenly, a pair of comforting hands covered my eyes. “Don’t worry. It’s already in,” a voice assured me.

Feeling slightly more at ease, and just as I began to relax, the needle slid into my vein.

With the hands removed, I looked up helplessly at Mark. “Mark, you lied, too?”

“A white lie,” he said with a light chuckle.

After the nurse helped me onto the bed and applied a cold pack to my forehead, the hospital director and his entourage left the room. The cold pack brought instant relief, cooling me down and making me feel much better.

Mark sat beside my bed, gesturing outside with a hesitant and cautious look. “Did I scare you just now?”

“Huh?” I was momentarily puzzled and realized he was referring to when he had snapped at Margaret. I shook my head. “Not scared, just a bit surprised.”

Mark smiled. “Surprised that I could get mad?”

to seeing you so calm. But

amber eyes sparkling as a small smile played on his lips. “I used to

protect that girl?” I teased.

me a look and smiled. “Yeah, now I am. But that girl protected me when we were kids, always so bright and

would dare to bully her?” I blurted out without

touch of sadness in his smile. “She should

“What?” I asked.

I couldn’t catch his words in my dizzy

urgent voice broke the silence. “Jane!”

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moment, she burst through the

asked, “How did you know I was here?”

told me. He gave me the room number and all, and just told me to get my

was clear Bryant was behind that. Mark accompanied me to the hospital, and Bryant was already worried about

Margaret were always on his terms, never needing to explain himself to me. That was quite ironic,

he

was too preoccupied to chat. Instead, she stood at the door with her hands on her hips,

returned, tucking me in. “Get some rest.