Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 314

I instinctively took a step back. “Gregory…” I murmured.

He glanced at me, his emotions brewing under the surface, and muttered tersely. “Get out”

Then, he knelt to pick up the shattered pieces with his bare hands carefully and deliberately.

Feeling sorry, I quickly knelt to help him. “I’m sorry. I…,”

Without lifting his head, he repeated coldly, “I told you to get out.”

*Jane, let’s just go.” Molly took my hand, and we left, softly closing the door behind us. Once outside, she explained, “That piggy bank was his treasure. He took it everywhere and never let anyone touch it.”

“He…” I felt a pang of guilt, wanting to make it right. “Do you know where I can buy another one? I’ll replace it.”

“You can’t.” Molly shook her head. “It was a birthday gift from Lilliana. She pleaded with Ramona to bring in a potter to specifically create it for him. She said the rabbit represented herself, wanting to always be with him.”

I fell silent, understanding Gregory’s attachment. “No wonder he cherished it so much.”

“Yeah.” Molly sighed regretfully. “I wasn’t even born then, but my family and my brother adored Lilliana. They probably would have been married if it weren’t for that accident.”

voice, adding a hint of mystery, “Jane, do you know when he would add coins

I asked, “When?”

hear someone still kept the habit of

asked him about it, he denied it. But that’s just like him. I’ve never seen him cry over anything,

palm of my hand. “Do you have a photo of that piggy

scattered coins, I could hardly imagine how Gregory had coped all these years. After breaking

“Yeah,

you send it

social media. He posted it there once.”

I nodded. “Okay.”

soon as I finished speaking, Gregory came out, unfazed, though his eyes betrayed

his gaze returned to its usual casual

lip. “Yeah… I wanted

off, and took a swig, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly. Finally, with his inherently cold demeanor, he quipped, “So, you know how to apologize, huh?”

let Gregory have his moment. “Yes, it’s my fault. Mr. Ford, can you please

noncommittally. “Depends on my mood.”

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I’ll let you get back to your mood. I’m heading

He responded faintly.

saying goodbye to Molly, I turned to