Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 420

“Remember that.”

When it came to serious matters, he could be surprisingly straight–laced. His voice was slow and steady, “She claimed that only Dorothy and her daughter were behind it. Couldn’t pin anything else on her, and it didn’t seem right to keep holding her without more evidence, so we let her go. Why? What’s up?”

“I saw her yesterday.”

I didn’t stop what I was doing but looked up at Gregory. “Remember how Bella suddenly announced last year she had a daughter? Guess who that daughter

is?”

“Her?”

“Yeah, now goes by the name Summer.”

I was puzzled.

Gregory’s brown eyes narrowed slightly. “I’ll have someone dig into it.”

He never liked to drag his feet. He made a call right then and there.

And the response was quick.

Just as I finished massaging his legs, the phone rang.

Gregory answered, “Talk to me.”

“Greg, there’s nothing suspicious on the surface. Just Bella suddenly declaring

– she has a daughter, Summer. Can’t find much else. Looks like someone’s

covered their tracks well.”

“Any way to find out more?”

“That’ll take some time. You in a hurry?”

“Just get on it.”

looked at

want to overdo it.”

tried to stand up but my legs were too

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pulling me into his embrace.

his

stand, but he gripped my waist. “Jane, I want to

did he mean

you, I didn’t celebrate Valentine’s Day with

Valentine’s

my

my words came out all twisted. “Why…why not, go celebrate if you

I mean is…”

gaze fixed on me, a smirk playing on his lips, “Celebrate Valentine’s Day with you. Don’t play dumb.”

that you want to celebrate

been a lot of

saw you as a backup. And about ditching…

have been so

back to Bryant, I was doing

icy, “And yet, you’ve never offered an explanation for any of

the past is the past.”

numbness was fading, and I managed to stand up, licking my lips, “Some things… Maybe it’s better not

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the past could unearth more problems.

chance. No explanation this time, and as you

clenched my fists, took a deep breath. “Back then, what

*Click*

interrupted us as Edith burst in, dropping bags on the nearby couch and

I didn’t forget to bring you some treats. And about your ‘just friends‘ situation

stopped mid–sentence, looking over at her. Only her