Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 397

Before he could finish his sentence, my phone slipped from my trembling fingers.

I was standing by the window, my fingers trembling non–stop, until Bryant left. His Rolls Royce slipped out of Ferguson Mansion into the darkness of the

night.

Until its taillights vanished from my sight.

Twenty minutes passed before I could bring myself to open the drawer of my bedside table and pull out a paring knife, pressing it against my wrist.

Blood flowed, warm and glaring.

But the cut wasn’t deep. Not enough to kill.

Barefoot, I twisted the doorknob and stepped out, heading downstairs, where Gary met me. “Mrs. Ferguson, Bryant asked me to…”

He stopped mid–sentence, startled by the blood trailing down my arm.

“Gary, I don’t mean to be a burden.”

Pain seemed foreign to me as I grabbed my car keys. “Let the bodyguards know to let me out, or else Bryant will only find my body upon his return.”

Gary, eyes filled with pity, followed me to the car, hastily opening the door for me. “Why do this… Bryant only wants what’s best for you…”

“For my best?”

I laughed as I climbed into the driver’s seat. “It seems you’ve forgotten how we got to this point.”

pain yourself, then you don’t really get

car sped along

wrist with the gauze I

inding the

wound.

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glued to the road, one thought consuming my

the research

raise an eyebrow and say, “Jane, got a bit of conscience, coming to

It had to

“Beep, beep-”

truck appeared out of nowhere, heading

swerve right, maybe to safety, but for some odd reason, I

waters of early spring

cold was piercing.

and more

woke up, I was in a hospital.

I hadn’t died. The wound on my wrist had been neatly redressed.

up, releasing a heavy sigh of relief. “Jane, you’re

“Mark…”

been cut open, talking was pure torture, my voice was all

been following your

brow was furrowed with concern. “Don’t worry, you’re safe here. No one can

“Thank you…”

people would