Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 165

“Kevin?” Bryant’s voice was chilly, “Are you stupid? Take her to the hospital, now!”

Margaret was a complete mess, barely able to utter a word, when Kevin, without a second thought, grabbed her and dashed for the elevator, all the while ensuring not a drop of blood stained the floor.

I stared in the direction they had left, wishing I could bore a hole with my gaze, my chest still heaving with anger.

“Jane, let’s go wash your hands, okay?” Bryant’s tone was so gentle that it was like he was coaxing a child, probably afraid of upsetting me further.

I looked at him, hesitantly asking, “Aren’t you mad at me for hitting her?”

That wasn’t like Bryant at all. He was supposed to stand up for Margaret and confront me with righteousness. That was the script.

He sighed, leading me to the restroom, tested the water to ensure it was just right, and pulled my hands under the faucet, applying soap and carefully washing them.

He asked in a low voice, “Didn’t your hands hurt by hitting her like that?”

was stunned, barely able to believe those words came from him.

down, watching his long, elegant fingers intertwine with mine, and couldn’t help but chuckle. There was a time when just a

for a response. Instead, he thoroughly washed my hands, then look at the s at

pinched my

sight of blood on my teeth throug the mirror. I had been so

me with tenderness, getting a glass of water. Rinse your

to sit on the living room couch. He fetched some anti-inflammatory medicine from the first aid kit and squatted before me, applying it with all

always been good between us. Bryant had always been that caring, considerate

my ex-husband,

calmly, “What do you want me

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whatever I want?” I stared into his eyes, unwavering. I didn’t believe he could be so indifferent

alive, everything else is up to you. I was planning to send her to Bustker, but if you think that’s not enough, sending her somewhere