Lost Me Gained Regret



Greg had never been so speechless in his life.

Brothers were supposed to have your back, not stab you in it. But here they were, exchanging metaphorical stabs over something that would have Greg lumped in with Dailey's mess if Jane found out.

"Weren't you watching her take her birth control?" Greg asked, incredulous.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Dailey, visibly irritated, responded, "She pulled out a box and claimed she'd taken it. How could I force her after that? Besides, those things aren't great to pop like candy."

Greg snorted, "Well, you played yourself, man. That's what you get for trying to be Mr. Nice Guy."

Dailey massaged his throbbing forehead. "Did you ever consider that if I had forced her and she claimed she couldn't get pregnant because of it, I'd be the one in hot water?"

"Still better than her actually getting pregnant. At least if there's no baby, there's wiggle room. Who knows what happens next? If she doesn't give birth, she could pin the whole mess on you."

Dailey had considered that possibility too.

Indeed.

He should have insisted she take the pill.

"Talking about it now is too late."

Tired, he leaned back, watching the passing scenery. "Where are we going?"

Greg, arms crossed, slouched in his seat, really not in the mood to deal with this anymore.

"To the hospital," he replied dryly.

Dailey, confused, asked, "You sick or something?"

"It's your,"

"My what?"

"Girlfriend."

"

"I

Nice pause.

...

The moment the car pulled into the hospital's parking lot, Dailey bolted out and made a beeline for the admissions area.

Bursting into the room, he barely caught his breath before shouting, "Christine!"

But what he saw was Merritt comforting Christine.

He strode over, his face dark with anger, and yanked Merritt away.

"What are you doing here?"

Christine's fall had been a genuine

accident, without any chance to

brace Kerself, so the impact wal

severe. The raised voices made her wince in pain.

She tugged at Dailey's arm. "Please, don't shout."

Dailey quickly checked on Christine. "You look terrible. What happened to your forehead? Did he hurt you?" "Just... quiet."

"

Jane returned with some hot tea at that moment, bumping into Greg.

As they entered the room together, they heard Dailey's loud voice.

Jane gave Greg a look, its meaning unclear.

"

Greg hastily clarified, "I was dragged here by his family drama. If I hadn't shown up, he wouldn't have left the Clarkson estate. I'm not here to gang up on your best friend."

Jane nodded.

Greg cleared his throat, "This isn't on me, okay?"

"Yeah."

Jane nodded again, "I understand."

Greg believed her. His wife wasn't the type to overreact. She always approached problems with a level head.

But Christine's situation was different from any other.

Just as Christine usually managed to navigate complex relationships with grace, even in her anger at Dailey, she had considered Jane's feelings and hadn't gone too far.

But when it came to Jane, Christine's loyalty was absolute.

Even if Jane was in the wrong, to Christine, she was right.

And Jane would stand by Christine just the same.

With this in mind, Greg's gaze towards Dailey grew colder.

But Dailey, with eyes only for Christine, didn't notice.

He even called Primo to deal with Merritt.

Christine, exhausted, didn't have the energy to intervene. Jane finally spoke up, "Merritt was the one who brought Christine to the hospital." "Shouldn't he? After causing all this," Dailey retorted.