Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)

"Gregory..."

The moment I saw him, a wave of relief washed over me, and I calmly said, "They injected Ramona with something, I have no clue what it was."

"Wow,"

Kane feigned surprise, "Mr. Ford really goes all out for love, huh? Coming here all by himself?"

As he said, it was clear he had done his homework on everyone close to me.

Gregory ignored his comments, let go of me, and began pacing towards him, step by step, his voice seemingly casual but laced with barely concealed fury, "I came because I knew I could leave in one piece. You should be more worried about yourself."

"I..." Kane was about to retort when he realized the gravity of the situation, his expression darkening. "What about my men downstairs?"

"They might be injured or worse." Gregory smirked. "Either way, no one's coming to your rescue."

Kane was speechless. "Impossible!"

Gregory simply said, "See for yourself."

Kane didn't need to because Gregory's unannounced appearance on the second floor said it all.

Yet, there had been no noise from downstairs.

How Gregory managed it was a mystery!

After all, those guarding the entrance were top-tier international mercenaries.

Gregory glanced at Ramona, unconscious on the side, his eyes narrowing dangerously, "The antidote."

Kane, far from being rattled, smirked. "How can you tell it's poison and not just some harmless glucose solution?" "Stop stalling for time waiting for backup."

Mark, clutching his wound, said, "Without the antidote, do you think you can leave once the cops arrive?!"

"That remains to be seen."

Kane glanced at me, and just as Gregory was about to make a move, he knocked over Ramona's chair. Gregory lunged to catch her, and in that moment, Kane vaulted over the windowsill. A smoke bomb exploded below.

Mark ran to the window, but the escape route was obscured by smoke.

Lucius was heard ordering his men, "Spread out and pursue!"

"Greg..." Ramona murmured Gregory's name in a daze before losing consciousness again.

I hurried over as Gregory picked up Ramona, reassuring me, "Don't panic, let's get Ramona to the hospital first."

"Okay."

I looked at Mark, noticing his arm was seriously wounded, "You should come too, Mark. Gunshot wounds can't be ignored."

Upon reaching the hospital, Ramona and Mark were rushed into the emergency room.

Ramona's condition was complicated, requiring immediate attention from various specialists.

Mark had a gunshot wound but being at the Ford family's hospital, and arriving with Gregory, the doctors didn't ask too many questions and quickly attended to his wound. Seeing Mark emerge, I stepped forward, "How are you feeling? All good?"

"Take a look."

Mark showed me the neatly bandaged wound on his arm, his lips a shade paler but he still managed a smile, "Told you it was nothing, didn't I?" "It's not exactly 'nothing"."

The doctor, noticing Mark's casual attitude, couldn't help but turn to me with a warning, "You must be a family member? Though it's just an arm wound and not life-threatening, it can be serious if not property cared for. If neglected, it might affect..."

"Affect what?"

Gregory, with his arm around my shoulders, raised an eyebrow at the doctor, his tone teasing, "You think he, a grown man, can't take care of a little wound by himself? That my fiancée needs to nurse him?"

"My fiancée," he emphasized heavily.

The doctor immediately swallowed, hastily changing his tune, "Of course, Mr. Ford, that wasn't what I meant. just meant to say, who doesn't get a scratch or two? No need to worry too much. Just make sure to come in for a check-up if anything feels off and keep up with the dressing changes, and that should do it."