Lost Me Gained Regret Read Online Novel

Greg noticed the quiet figure in his arms had finally succumbed to sleep.

After confirming she was indeed asleep, he gently placed her on the bed with the utmost care.

He then went to prepare a warm towel, using it to gently wipe away the tear stains on her face.

Afterward, he swiftly showered, slid under the covers, and pulled her back into his embrace.

...

I had a lengthy dream.

It began with meeting my grandmother, recounting the days we spent together.

Followed by kidnappings, explosions...

And then, my grandmother's passing, without me having the chance for a final goodbye.

Whom should I blame?

Blame Mark?

But in the end, I should blame myself.

It was my own lack of ability to protect them.

My grandmother, the children.

The children...

"Jane..."

I heard Greg calling me, standing not far from me, his gaze filled with sorrow as he looked at my belly.

His tone was one of humility, unlike anything I had heard from him before.

"Do you really not want our baby?"

I quickly placed my hand over my belly, "What are you talking about? Our baby is still here..."

But it seemed as if Greg couldn't hear me at all.

"Never mind, if you don't want it, that's okay. I just want you to be happy."

I wanted to explain, but darkness enveloped me.

The scene before me spun chaotically.

Then, I saw a little girl.

She called me mom, asking why I didn't want her.

I opened my mouth to explain, but no sound came out.

She cried, drifting further and further away from me.

Just like the way my grandmother left me in my dreams.

I chased after her, shouting not to go.

But no sound emerged; I could only watch as she drifted further and further away until she disappeared.

"Don't go—"

I woke up abruptly, "My baby! My baby!"

The next second, my hand was gently held.

Greg brushed my sweat-damp hair behind my ear, soothingly stroking my head.

"It's okay, Jane, the baby is fine."

My vision gradually cleared, and I noticed the room was filled with people.

Dr. Andrews stood at the front, his hands covered in blood.

My pupils dilated in shock, and I instinctively reached for my belly.

Greg gently patted my back, "You lost a lot of blood, but the baby is fine, don't worry."

After allowing the medical staff to clean up, Dr. Andrews turned to me, "Ms. Webster, although the baby is okay this time, it can't endure much more, know losing Ramona has been hard to accept, but for the sake of the baby, I hope you can find peace."

"If it happens again, I might not be able to save your baby."

Even though I already knew about my grandmother's death, hearing it out loud tore me apart.

I slowly clenched my hand, gripping the fabric over my belly.

I wanted to do something, but nothing could bring back my grandmother, and it might even cost me the baby.

My grip tightened, the fabric crumpling in my hand.

Nails digging into my palm, I suddenly started trembling uncontrollably.

Greg pulled me into his arms, kissing my forehead and soothing me with a voice of utter tenderness, "Jane, you don't have to torment yourself like this. If this child isn't meant to be with us, so be it. We can have children later."

"And if not, it's okay."

"To me, you are the most important. I just want you to be well."

I thought back to the dream I had.

Greg was supposed to be fierce and carefree, always casual on the surface but tough at the core.

Even in

towar is love and compliance , breaking his own bet

just

to see me happy.

Nor should he always be the one to compromise.

And I knew how much he longed for this child, connected to us by blood.