Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 872

"She's got foreign status, not easy to catch," Gregory shrugged dismissively, turning to Dailey. "Let it be for now. I'm going out for a bit. Once you're ready, you can finish up."

Dailey nodded in agreement.

After Gregory left the hospital room, Dailey suggested everyone head home. "It's just a stomach spasm; nothing serious."

Jayne held his hand, hesitant to speak.

Sensing her concern, Dailey assured her, "Don't worry. I've already talked it out with Christine. Even if we run into each other on the street, we'll just be strangers."

At the door, Christine hesitated, then turned to Jane, "No need to go in. He's fine."

Once in the car, Jane glanced at her. "You should stay at Elmwood Villas for a while."

"Wait until Dailey and Gregory wrap up the Sinclair family business before moving back home. The Sinclairs have deep roots, and I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire."

Christine nodded. "I've been causing you so much trouble lately."

"Come on, don't mention it."

"But this relationship of mine," Christine sighed, "it's been nothing but trouble."

Jane asked, "Did you enjoy it while it lasted?"

"Yeah, it was fun."

"Then that's what matters. Overthinking won't help."

Jane chuckled, "The most important thing in life is to be happy."

Christine laughed, wrapping an arm around Jane. "Come on, I'll treat you to a feast. Your choice."

"Anything, no matter the cost?"

"Even if it bankrupts me."

Jane feigned disbelief, knowing what was coming. "And when you're broke?"

Dailey had taken off his coat at the mall, wearing only a thin shirt beneath. Acid had burned a black hole through it, searing his skin.

Christine watched the doctor use tweezers to peel away the fabric. Though Dailey remained silent, with his back to her, she could see the pain in the tension of his muscles.

Christine wasn't one to cry. After all she'd been through, she knew tears were futile. But now, they fell uncontrollably, huge drops rolling down her face.

Suddenly, as if sensing her presence, Dailey spoke to Primo, "Take her home."

Primo was puzzled. After saving her, shouldn’t he seize this chance to mend things? Being aloof now seemed absurd, especially after all those times he stared longingly at her photo.

But orders were orders. "Please, Ms. Jackson."

Christine wiped her face, stepping up to Dailey. "You got hurt saving me. I'm staying to take care of you until you're better."

Primo almost clapped in delight. His young master would be overjoyed.

But then he heard Dailey's cold response. "It wasn't to save you. It was just chance. I'd help anyone, even a stranger."