Lost Me Gained Regret



After I blurted it out, I realized, "You already knew, didn't you?"

Gregory just hummed in acknowledgment.

I couldn't help but mumble under my breath, "Then why play dumb?"

Gregory protested, "How was I supposed to know you wanted to talk about this? Thought you just missed me."

I huffed softly but honestly replied, "I did miss you, Gregory. It'd be nice to have you here."

I bit my lip slightly, "When are you coming back?"

"Soon, in the next day or two."

Gregory tried to soothe me, "Don't worry about Victor and Ramona. She won't let him bug you."

“What if Ramona brings him back with her to the Myers' place?"

"Then she does."

Gregory's response was straightforward, "It's out of your hands. With Victor's condition, Ramona can't just leave him."

"But she doesn't want to upset you or cause you any trouble. So, she'd probably choose to go back to the Myers' place and take care of Victor herself."

I pursed my lips, "Do you think there's a better neurologist out there?"

"You could check with Mr. Abdul. If he says it's hopeless, then it probably is. No need to look abroad."

That's when I remembered I had completely forgotten about Mr. Abdul. "Right, I'll ask Mr. Abdul right away. Bye!"

After hanging up, I realized I didn't have Mr. Abdul's contact details.

It was always Herbert and Gregory who talked to him.

Just as I was about to call Gregory again, he texted me a number.

I didn't even have to ask to know it was Mr. Abdul's.

I quickly sent a "Love you" emoji.

The next day, Abdul came to the hospital to examine Victor and spoke honestly.

"All we can try is acupuncture, but I can't guarantee it'll cure him."

The reason I wanted Victor to get better was so Ramona wouldn't have to keep working so hard.

With Pearl and Dorothy out of the picture and Victor having no one else, it would all fall on Ramona. Before I could respond, Ramona seemed more accepting, "Then let nature take its course."

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She was prepared to take care of Victor.

I couldn't help but speak up, "Ramona..."

She held my hand, tidied my clothes, and tucked a stray hair behind my ear, her gaze filled with tenderness.

I gripped her hand back, "Ramona, your health isn't great, and with your condition fluctuating, you're not in a position to take care of him."

Ramona replied, "I have someone trustworthy who's been with me for a long time. She can manage the day-to-day. She can watch over me while I watch over Victor."

I bit my lip, "Ramona, you can't take care of him forever..."

"While treating my condition, I'll take care of him. If I pass away and he's

better, let him live his life. If not.

send him to a special care facility. You won't have to worry."

I disagreed, but Ramona was firm.

What more could I say?

Ramona added, “I know you're worried about me. How about I video call you every day? That way, you'll stay updated. I'll tell my

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caregiver to inform you immediately if Lean't call."

"You've got to take care of yourself too, especially now that you've decided to keep the baby. You're responsible for another life. I want to see your child born, so I'll take good care of myself."

I had no counter. "You don't have to avoid me because of him. He's already like this, and I'll visit you every week."

Knowing I was compromising, Ramona agreed, "Alright, then. I'll have someone prepare your favorite dishes when you come."