Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 309
*Jane, Allen just received the divorce papers we filed,” Thomas said, unable to hold back a warning. “But I ran into him when
leaving the hospital. He looked pretty rough and might cause trouble for your aunt.”
“I see, thanks. I’ll head over right away to check on things.”
Cheryl was in the critical phase of her treatment, and considering how stress could affect the stomach, the last thing she needed
was a family feud.
I ended the call and returned to the private room, whispering to Christine, “Chris, can you take over here? Something’s come up
with Aunt Cheryl. I need to check on her.”
Her expression shifted to concern. “What happened? I’ll go with you.”
“It’s probably no big deal,” I reassured her with a pat on the shoulder, “Just keep everyone entertained here, okay? No need to
spoil the mood.”
After saying that, I grabbed my bag, said my goodbyes, and headed out.
Mark quickly got up. “You’ve been drinking. Let me drive you.”
“Sure.” I knew he was there for the dinner because of me, so it made sense he’d leave if I did.
While walking to the car, I asked, “Are you sure you can drive?”
“Haven’t even had a chance to start my drink,” he said with a light laugh.
Reassured, I climbed into his car. When we arrived at the hospital, the ground–level parking was packed, so Mark had to search
for a spot in the underground lot.
Worried about Cheryl, I hurried ahead. “I’ll go up first.”
Mark nodded. “I’ll be right there after I park.”
Exiting the elevator, I immediately heard shouting.

Allen was at the hospital room door, ranting, “Cheryl, if you have the nerves, open this door and face me! Do you think you can
file for divorce? And using that two–bit lawyer your niece found to scare me...”
The door swung open.
I hurried over, finding Cheryl looking better, “Aunt Cheryl...”
When she saw me, her tense face relaxed slightly, “Jane, what brings you here?”
“I... I came to check on you,” I said.
Allen was fuming when I showed up and started blustering, Jane, don’t you know it’s a sin to destroy one marriage? After
decades with your aunt, you want to push her to divorce me, huh?”
Cheryl immediately made it clear that it had nothing to do with me. “Jane’s not involved. I want the divorce myself!”
“And who found you that lawyer? Who’s paying for your treatment now, if not her? I’ll repeat it. If you want a divorce, fine, but
remember, I’m entitled to half of everything!” Allen shamelessly declared.
I looked at him with disgust. “We haven’t settled last time’s score yet.”
He was involved with Margaret in drugging me, which was utterly despicable.
“What are you talking about?” He shifted uncomfortably, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Last time, you came to me. That
was on you.”
‘Fine, then let me make myself clear. My finances are none of your business,” I said, visibly frustrated. “And stop bothering Aunt
Cheryl. Let her recover in peace!”
“Huh, I’d like to see how you will make me leave. I’m not going anywhere today,” Allen postured, playing the perfect scoundrel.
“Then enjoy your vigil,” I said, attempting to bypass his goons to enter the room. Suddenly, he blurted out in desperation, “Didn’t
you want to ask me if it’s true that you’re not a Webster?”