Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 381

“I understand… I really do. How could I possibly blame you?”

I poured a glass of warm water, carefully slid a straw into it, and offered it to Cheryl, “Here, have some water.”

As dusk settled and Cheryl drifted into sleep, Bryant and I finally made our way out. We planned to head home for a quick shower before coming back to keep vigil. The doctor had warned us… Cheryl could pass away at any moment.

On the way, I checked Cheryl’s medical bills at the hospital. Bryant had transferred a hefty sum, running into millions. It was all spent on trying various new drugs and treatment options developed abroad, including two surgeries performed by top international specialists. Not just expensive, but it required connections too. Without these, Cheryl probably wouldn’t have made it to Christmas. Yet, Bryant never mentioned any of this to me.

Sitting in the backseat, I turned to look at him, “Bryant, thank you for everything you’ve done for Cheryl. About the money… I’ll transfer it to you now.”

The proceeds from the sale of the house had been deposited, enough to cover the expenses.

His eyes fixed on me, “We don’t need to settle accounts between us like this.”

“But we should.”

no right

“Are you just trying to put more distance between us now?” “Yes.”

my banking app when my phone rang. It was Gregory’s

ID, a touch of anger in his eyes, “He’s calling already,

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for Cheryl, but that doesn’t give you the right to interfere in my personal

“Don’t make me remind you

ended the call, and leaned over, pinning me against the leather seat, his voice cold, “If you insist on bringing up the divorce, then I won’t hesitate to tell

ring interrupted him. This time, it was the hospital. He didn’t stop me this time. My heart sank as I answered, only to hear, “Mrs. Ferguson, Ms. Webster… has passed away.”

unraveling the truth about our relationship, discovering Cheryl and I had no blood relation, and learning who my real family was, I couldn’t easily shift my feelings. In my heart, Cheryl remained my only

my hand, responded to the nurse, and then instructed the driver, “Turn back to the

the arrangements for Cheryl. The last time I was at the funeral home was for Grandpa. This time, it was for Cheryl. In just

there was enough to keep me busy. Janedream had just restarted after the holidays, and we were slammed with work. Worried about distracting Gregory, I hadn’t told him about Cheryl’s

launched right before the holidays sold out immediately after a popular influencer wore it on a reality show,