Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 858

The windows had been fortified, and there were daily patrols around the property. The front and back doors offered no chance for escape.

He lay on the bed, one hand tucked under his head, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Nelly had hoped to make a run for it during the chaos, but she hadn't been successful. Unlike Dailey, her freedom wasn't entirely restricted. Yet, given the heavy surveillance and security measures, escaping was far from easy.

The guards at the estate's entrance were well-informed by the Clarkson family, making it impossible to scale the rear walls. This time, it seemed the Clarkson family was playing hardball, determined to sever any contact between Dailey and Christine.

Nelly couldn't help but smirk at Dailey's earlier words. Was Christine really worth all this? They had grown up together, but never had they felt such profound emotions. How long had Dailey even known Christine? It was infuriating that someone as rational as Dailey could lose his mind over her.

And Merritt? He was hopeless. Nelly had practically handed him the opportunity on a silver platter, yet he still failed to win over Christine. If she couldn't find contentment, then she was determined that no one else would either.

She made a call on her everyday phone as a decoy before pulling out an old phone from beneath the bed for a more critical call.

trace. If she did, Dailey would inevitably find her. Buying tickets with her ID, whether for a plane or a train, was out of the question. In the end, she

leave and promptly informed Gregory. Upon receiving the news,

have no idea," Jane replied, cutting him off before

haven't

what you ask, I still don't know,"

headache, Gregory sat beside her, pulling her close, "When Dailey gets out of

a piece of apple into his mouth, "Let him search. After all, if we don't know, what can

not be safe out there. You

faced came from those around her. Vista Town is far more perilous for her than the

decided to let it go. Forcing Christine and Dailey together

from the bank. Digital transactions could be traced, but cash offered relative anonymity. She then boarded a bus

and breakfast and tried to pay extra to avoid registering her ID. The owner refused until Christine