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 comfort

could emerge, Lucius arrived

straight to the chase. "Didn't

factory. The guy's a strong swimmer, jumped right in. We searched up and down the river, and scoured the nearby areas too. Nothing." "Greg, I'm

rush," Gregory said, checking his watch. "Take your team and search the area again

puzzled. "Search

dangerous place is often the safest," Gregory succinctly explained, then pressed,

"Not a word."

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"Whoever this guy is, his men are tight-lipped. But I

the hospital, his assistant waiting in the

his gentle demeanor vanished as he made a

receiving a brief reply, he hung up without another word, instructing his assistant, "To

mansion was near the abandoned factory, just

assistant catching glimpses of Mark's barely contained anger through

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