Lost Me Gained Regret



Dr. Matthews made his way over with the report in hand, "One month and seven days, the embryo is developing normally. However, Ms. Lindsay seems to be under the weather, looking a bit down. For the sake of the baby's health, it's crucial to try and lift your spirits. You should also spend more time talking with her."

Dr. Matthews was one of us; he wouldn't pry or spill the beans.

When Jayne got home, she first insisted that Nelly rest while she called Normand.

Normand was tied up and couldn't answer, but he texted back promising to make it home for dinner.

After some thought, Jayne decided to call Dailey.

Dailey was in the middle of cooking dinner.

The incoming call didn't surprise him.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

He ignored the first call.

Jayne promptly dialed again, and this time Dailey leisurely picked up, cutting straight to the chase, "If you're asking me to come home, I'd advise you to save your breath."

Jayne, uncharacteristically, didn't lose her temper but responded calmly, "Right now, we can't determine if the child is yours, but given it's been just over a month, you'll need to temporarily accept responsibility."

She was aware Dailey must have gotten wind of the situation.

Dailey, unfazed, replied, "That night, I wasn't the only man on the top floor. The surveillance footage is gone, and true, she woke up in my bed, but before that, she had the opportunity to be with someone else."

Jayne said, "I can't just take either of your words for it. Regardless, you should come by tonight. You wouldn't want Christine to hear about this from someone else, would you?"

Dailey remained unmoved, "I'll be talking to her about it myself, no need for your concern."

...

Seeing Dailey was not to be swayed, Jayne could only say, "Dailey, once your father steps in, she's bound to get hurt one way or another. Just come over and clear the air; it won't take much of your time."

Dailey flipped the contents of the pan onto a plate.

After a few seconds of silence, he acknowledged with a grunt.

Jayne ended the call.

Dailey went to call Christine for dinner.

Turning around, he saw her leaning against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, eyebrows raised, a teasing look in her eyes. "Heard that?"

Christine stepped forward, poking his sturdy chest, "Didn't catch all of it, just that you have something to tell me."

"Yeah, Nelly's pregnant."

"Yours?"

Dailey lifted Christine onto the countertop, "If I say it's not, would you believe me?" Christine ran her index finger gently down his sharp jawline to his Adam's apple, "No." "Fair enough."

Dailey took off his apron, "Let's eat, then I'll head back and find some proof for you."

As they reached the door, Christine asked, "Mr. Clarkson finding proof, does that mean the surveillance is back up?" "No."

Dailey put on his coat, turned around, and gave her a quick kiss.

"Out of respect for her grandfather, gave her a chance. She didn't take it, so naturally, I have ways to find out what happened that night and who the father of the child is."

Christine didn't say much, "Drive safely."

Dailey patted her head, "Make sure you eat, or you'll end up with a stomachache again."

Christine had a history of stomach issues from her days of scrimping and saving for tuition, sometimes skipping meals entirely, leading to chronic problems.

Aside from Jane, she never thought she'd find someone else who'd

attentive to her condition and take

such good care of her. So

belongs to

"Dailey."

He paused in the middle of closing the door.

Christine clasped her hands behind her back, smiling at him, "I really like you, you know."