Lost Me Gained Regret

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Chapter 149 On the way to the hospital, I leaned heavily against the passenger seat, my mind foggy with fever.

I couldn't shake off the image of Bryant's grief-stricken face before I left, as if someone had squeezed lemon juice right into my heart, sour and unbearable. Yet, the outburst seemed to have cleared the bad feelings in my chest by a considerable margin.

Yes, it was our baby we lost. Why should I bear this pain alone? Bryant should suffer, too. We should share our misery.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Mark reached to feel my forehead, his s expression laced with concern, "You're running quite the fever." "It's no big deal, just a bit under the weather. A rest of one day or two will fixup.” I shrugged it off nonchalantly.

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After all, a cold or fever seemed trivial without my baby to worry about anymore. Just pop spills and get srest, and I will be healthy again.

BlessedCare Medical Facility was the nearest, and worried about wasting time, Mark didn't opt for another hospital. And frankly, I didn't care, either.

In such a large hospital, unless by design, it was unlikely to run into anyone you knew.

However, when we parked and opened the car door, the hospital director rushed to greet us with a doctor and two nurses.

"Mrs. Ferguson," the hospital director signaled for a nurse to support me, cleared his throat, and warmly said, "Mr. Ferguson had called earlier, concerned. He mentioned your special health condition and said that you had a fever, insisting that we take no chances with your care." I initially wanted to refuse but then thought better of it. "Okay." It would indeed save strouble. Besides, the divorce papers weren't in my hands yet. Utilizing the Ferguson family resources was only fair.

To my surprise, the director led us directly to the patient rooms.

1 frowned. "Aren't these all occupied?" Even the room that Cheryl was staying in tookconsiderable effort to secure.

The director smiled. “You are Mrs. Ferguson. If you need a room, others should make way for you." Others? There were only three patient rooms, Housing Margaret, Teresa, and Cheryl.

At that crucial moment, with Bryant still feeling guilty toward me, he certainly wouldn't ask 11:40) Chapter 149 my Aunt Cheryl to move out. And Margaret and Teresa were too important to him.

Before I could sort through my thoughts, I saw several bodyguards standing outside the room that Margaret had occupied. And Margaret herself was barred from entering, visibly furious.

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"Well, well, looks like you've taken my room!" Upon seeing me, she stormed over, hand raised as if to slap me. Mark's eyes narrowed, and he swiftly caught her arm. “Ms. Ferguson, I'm not the kind who never lays a hand on a lady." Mark, usually so gentle, seemed intimidating when he spoke like that.

It wasn't just Margaret who was shocked, I was blown away too.

Margaret forcibly withdrew her hand, but her anger didn't subside. She glared atwith teeth clenched. "What did you say to Bry? Why is he suddenly angry with me, even tellingto move out?" I replied coldly, "Is it any of your business?" "Jane!" Margaret's face was a picture of icy command. "I'm warning you. Don't push your luck. Tell Bry right now you don't need the room." "Why wouldn't I need it?" I deliberately pissed her off. “I want it, and I want it now."

Then, turning to the hospital director, I said, "Would you mind having m someone disinfect the room again? I don't fancy staying in a room used by sdirty woman!" "Rest assured. It's already been taken care of! Mr. Ferguson made sure to mention that you like cleanliness."

When the hospital director finished speaking, a few cleaners cout with their tools. One of them looked to the director to the director. "Sir, we've finished disinfecting. We didn't miss a single spot."

Margaret's face turned red with anger, disbelief etched all over her face as she looked at the hospital director, Are you sure it's Bryant's order?" "Absolutely." The hospital director ledinside, closing the door on Margaret, who was left fuming helplessly outside..

"Mrs. Ferguson, please take a seat. Let Professor Franklin have a look at you." 11:49

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