Lost Me Gained Regret

I sighed, turning to Mark. "Mark, thanks for everything today. And this injury... you got it because of me. If there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to call."

"Sure."

Mark offered a light smile, glancing towards the direction of the emergency room. "Since Mr. Ford is with you, I'll head off. I'll be around Vista Town for a while, so feel free to reach out if you need anything." "Take care and get well soon, Mr. Larson."

Gregory, with his casual charm, slung his arm around my shoulders. "If she needs anything, I'm here. Chances are she won't be needing to trouble Mr. Larson."

Mark arched an eyebrow, "We'll see about that."

After a brief farewell, Mark left.

His departure left my thoughts entangled with worries for my grandmother, unsure of her condition inside the emergency room. Kane said the medication given to her wasn't immediately deadly. But if it was poison, the antidote wouldn't be easily obtained... My thoughts were a tangled mess.

The comforting hand on my shoulder gave a gentle squeeze. "Worried about Ramona?"

"Yeah." I nodded, voicing my concern. "Just when she was on the mend, this happens. I'm not sure if she can withstand this..."

"Let's wait for the doctor's word," Gregory suggested, hugging me and smoothing out my disheveled hair. "Don't worry, your grandma has always been a fighter. Plus, whatever comes our way, we'll face it together."

into his eyes, I found a sliver of

emerge, Lucius

cut straight to the

a river behind the factory. The guy's a strong swimmer, jumped right in. We searched up and down the river,

checking his watch. "Take your

was puzzled. "Search

safest," Gregory succinctly explained, then pressed, "Did

"Not a word."

ét

head, frustration evident, "Whoever this guy is, his men are tight-lipped. But I noticed they all have the

stepped out of the hospital, his assistant

inside, his gentle demeanor vanished as he made a call, his tone

reply, he hung up without another word, instructing his

near the abandoned factory, just a

off, the assistant catching glimpses of Mark's barely contained anger through the

"Mr. Larson, PL Group is asking what their next step should