Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 421

The mood was decidedly awkward.

Edith Ford was still in a daze, "Added? When did I add you? No, I didn't!"

I shot back, "No? Really?"

"I... um..."

Clearing her throat and casting a glance towards Gregory, Edith's lips twitched, "Did I... add you?"

Gregory nodded, firm as a rock, "You did."

"I did?"

"Yes, you did."

"Right, I did."

Suddenly enlightened, Edith flashed a smile at me, "I'm so sorry, my memory is just terrible. Yes, I did add you..."

Turning to Gregory, she asked, "When did I do it again?"

"At dinner, remember?" Gregory raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, right."

Edith smacked her forehead, "Yes, yes, I even asked Greg for your contact then. It was about his knee pain!"

Then, uncertain again, she asked Gregory, "That was it, right?"

Gregory just gave her a look.

Edith, with a meaningful smile, turned to me, "That was my backup account, I barely use it. How about we add each other again?"

"Sure."

We shared a knowing smile.

After exchanging contacts, I left the Ford residence, heading to the nursing home.

...

Back in her apartment, Edith pivoted from the elevator and assessed Gregory leisurely.

"What are you staring at? Got something on my face?" Gregory frowned.

"No, no, no."

Shaking her head thoughtfully, Edith opened her banking app. "I've had my eyes on this handbag, not too pricey, just a cool two million. Mind covering it for me, Greg?"

Gregory scowled, "Why don't you just rob a bank?"

"Oh." Nodding, Edith fiddled with her phone. "I'll quickly clear things up with your friend about that account, wouldn't want her getting scammed or anything... right?"

Gregory gritted his teeth, "The money."

"Such a big spender, bro."

Without hesitation, Edith forwarded the account details to him, grinning, "I'll have the SA hold it for me."

Her phone pinged with a notification—a deposit of five million.

Gregory was usually a man of careful planning, known for being pretty stingy. He was proudly saving up for what he called a "wife fund."

To his sisters, this just meant he was downright stingy. Aside from holidays, getting anything out of him was like pulling teeth.

After the laughter subsided, Edith's spine tingled with suspicion, "Since when have you been so generous?"

"Why not?"

"I guess..."

Extending her hand, Edith smirked, "But he's the Taylor family's prized jewel. It'll cost you. How much are you thinking?"

Her marriage had been more of a business deal.

But she and that old-fashioned Taylor couldn't compromise, with neither willing to budge.

Just a few years her senior, yet so uptight. She wears a sexy nightdress, and he wraps her in a robe—utterly clueless.

She endured until she couldn't, then walked away.

Gregory agreed easily, "No problem. Bring Ike over, and whatever he wants, he gets."

"Your word?"

Edith was skeptical, "You're not playing me?"

Gregory's eyes twinkled, "Why would I?"

Kids are easy to please.

Ask them to choose between a million bucks or an action figure, they'd choose the toy in a heartbeat.

Adults might not believe in simplicity, but kids do, without a doubt.

Gregory wheeled himself to the window, blending into the night with his gaze fixed outside.

He didn’t believe in empty promises, just in Lilliana, or maybe in Jane Webster—the Jane she was now.