Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 432

My eyes grew slightly moist, a peculiar sensation scratching at the bottom of my heart.

For a fleeting moment, I contemplated coming clean. What if this revelation impacted his health? I was ready to face it alongside him. Better that than having him spend nights agonizing, deeming me a heartbreaker.

Shaking my head, I began, “It’s not like that, Gregory. These past two years, I’ve been…”

“Never mind.”

Gregory’s smile was thin, laced with unmistakable mockery, though his eyes betrayed a redness. “Jane, I guess I should’ve never harbored any

expectations.”

His words stabbed deep.

I struggled to keep my eyes wide, pinching the inner corners to hold back tears, feigning acceptance. “If that’s what you believe, you might not be wrong.”

After all, my efforts over the past two years to track him down had led nowhere. Like a traceless bird in flight, equivalent to having never tried. I didn’t need to confess my actions to him. In his eyes, I was just that callous. He had barely been mourned before I was supposedly cozying up with someone else.

So, if that’s how it was to be, further words were futile.

“Really?”

out an arm, pulling me down

kiss, but a

seeping into my mouth. The pain was sharp, and I gasped, cautious of his fragile legs, hardly

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Chapter 432

voice carrying a warning. “This time, it doesn’t matter if you’re Jane or Lilliana, getting

mistake!”

that, he wheeled

fingers came away bloodied, a

care of him for

back as he spoke.

engulfed everything but the faint starlight beyond the windows. In the shadows, pondering her attitude, his irritation surged from within. He had spent over two decades searching for her,

through treatment for her sake now seemed laughable, utterly worthless. Yet, he had survived. The Ford family, father and son, would pay a price. Whether it was for driving Jane away or orchestrating that explosion. Either way, they would

hoped, with Jane moving back, that his sleep, just a wall

seems he was

find a bottle of lithium carbonate, swallowing a few pills. The bitterness mingled with the taste of blood, an odd combination that

he glanced at the caller ID- Edith. At this hour, she should be boarding her flight. Yet, she had time to call

His voice carried an