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."

a sliver of comfort and let out a sigh,

could emerge, Lucius

cut straight to the chase. "Didn't catch him?"

up and down the river, and

Gregory said, checking his watch. "Take your team

puzzled. "Search

place is often the safest," Gregory succinctly explained, then pressed, "Did you get

"Not a word."

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are tight-lipped. But I noticed they

stepped out of the hospital, his assistant waiting in

he made a call, his tone icy.

he hung up without another word, instructing his assistant, "To the Cove

in the city center, the mansion was near the abandoned factory, just a few minutes'

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

ask, the assistant ventured, "Mr. Larson, PL Group is asking what their next step should be?" "Pull