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.”

you haven’t felt the pain yourself, then you don’t

car sped along

to wrap my wrist with the gauze I had been clutching,

inding the

wound.

09.03

Chapter 397

my way to Vista Town, I kept my eyes glued to the road, one thought consuming my mind: Gregory

at the research facility.

leaning somewhere, he’d raise an eyebrow and say, “Jane, got a bit of conscience, coming

It had to be.

“Beep, beep-”

a bridge over the lake, a speeding truck appeared out of nowhere, heading straight

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

icy waters of early spring rushed

cold was piercing.

and more difficult.

I woke up, I was

on

a heavy sigh

“Mark…”

open, talking was pure torture, my voice was all rough and harsh. “Why are you

been following your car.”

you’re safe here. No one can

“Thank you…”

first. In that situation, most people would instinctively swerve