Lost Me Gained Regret

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Jane, you mean nothing in his heart.' I mocked myself in my heart.

"Grandpa!" Suddenly, Bryant's voice, raised in alarm, filled the office.

Snapping back to reality, I didn't hesitate. I burst through the door and saw Timothy clutching his chest, struggling for breath. His old condition was acting up again.

"Help him sit down." I rushed in, alongside Bryant, to support Timothy into a seat, then expertly fished out his medication from the inner pocket of his jacket. "Water."

While instructing Bryant, I popped two pills into Timothy's mouth.

Bryant looked surprised. "How did you know where Grandpa's medicine was?"

"There's a lot you don't know," I said, thinking to myself, 'Like the person I love is you."

Soon enough, Timothy's color started to get better.

"Timothy, are you okay? Do you want us to call a doctor?" I asked softly.

Timothy waved off the idea, gently patting my hand. Once he felt better, he turned a cold gaze toward Bryant. "Don't even think about divorce. I chose Jane for you. No mistakes there!"

Bryant glanced at me. "I wasn't the one who brought up divorce. Why are you getting mad at me?"

"Jane mentioned it?" Timothy asked.

"Yeah, it was me." I chimed in.

Timothy raised his hand and landed a firm smack on Bryant's shoulder, angrily saying, "What have you done? With her sweet nature and her devotion to you, you still drove her to want a divorce. You better do some serious self-reflection. I tell you, my granddaughter-in-law, I only acknowledge Jane. Don't even think about bringing any random flings into our home!"

Bryant was speechless, his eyes wide as he looked at me. "What kind of spell have you cast on Grandpa?"

"Thoughtless fool." Grandpa was fuming, "When you two just got married, and you were busy with the corporation matters, do you know who was running back and forth in the hospital taking care of me when I fell ill?"

Bryant answered, "Wasn't my dad..."

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"Humph, whether your dad is a good son, you know best. Relying on him is worse

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hiring a few more servants. But servants are far less attentive than Jane. Timothy's voice was stern. "The doctor said I could only have liquid food. Back then, even though Jane wasn't good at cooking she constantly gave the kitchen new recipes to try, and even the nutritionist was impressed by her dedication. The doctor wanted me to sunbathe daily. Knowing I wouldn't listen to the servants, she would visit the hospital regularly to ensure I got my sunshine! After I got discharged, she would visit The Ferguson Mansion now and then to see me. Do you think she knows where my medication is by chance? She instructed the servants to always have it ready in my pocket."

Bryant's lips tightened, his gaze landing on me. "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

How could I? Back when we first got married, we were practically strangers. I had no clue about his daily whereabouts, and he showed no interest in mine. We barely saw each other once a week. Besides, looking after Timothy is just because he's always been good to me, not about sucking up to anyone.

After having some water, Timothy patiently asked, "Jane, are you set on divorcing him?"

"Timothy..." I hesitated, fearing that it might upset Timothy again.

Timothy just looked at me gently. "Just tell me. Do you still love him in your heart?"