Lost Me Gained Regret

et it carried a chill that could make one's blood run cold.

His voice was calm, yet It seemed, if Allen dared, he would crush Allen's hand without hesitation.

This was perhaps the first time I truly felt what it was like to be protected by him.

But, it felt too late, leaving no ripples in my heart.

Allen moved slightly, realizing that he, a burly man, couldn't budge in Bryant's grip. He shivered and quickly explained.

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Aunt Cheryl looked scared by the confrontation. "Jane..."

I wanted to teach Allen a lesson, but with my aunt looking so frail, it didn't seem right.

I could only tug at Bryant's arm. "Let it go, release him."

Bryant, still seething, wasn't easily persuaded. His gaze fixed on Allen, "Touch her again, and I'll chop off your hands, got it?"

"Yes, yes! I wouldn't dare... You have my word!

Allen's face turned pale as he hastily assured.

Only then did Bryant release him, and I turned to Allen wearily, "I've paid Auntie's medical bills. As for anything else, drop it."

"You..."

Allen was clearly unhappy, but confronted with Bryant's menacing look, he remained. silent.

Then, I helped Aunt Cheryl into her room, and couldn't help but ask, “Has... has Uncle ever hit you over these years?"

She sat on the bed, her head down, pondering for a while before managing a comforting smile. "No, dear, he was just angry. He's never laid a hand on me, don't worry."

"Okay..."

I couldn't probe further. After ensuring she was comfortable and her illness was taken care of, I stood to leave.

In the living room, only Allen and Leroy remained.

Their earlier bravado gone. Seeing me, Allen immediately tried to curry favor. "Jane, could you please speak to Mr. Ferguson for me? Make sure he understands I wasn't trying to hit you. When has Uncle ever raised a hand to you?"

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1 pursed my lips, gently reminding him, "It's not okay to hit anyone."

"Alright, alright, I won't hit her again, happy? Just please, talk to him for me," Allen pleaded. "It's your fault! Mr. Ferguson looked so upset, How am I supposed to get into the Ferguson Group now?" Leroy complained.

Allen, furious, slapped Leroy on the back of his head. "Ingrate! Who was I doing this for?!"

I didn't want to listen to their quarrel and walked straight out of the room.

I thought Bryant had left, but found him standing not far from the door. Seeing me, he strode over.

"I'll drive you home."

"No need." I refused, then calmly said, "Bryant, how you get it? He only said those things 'cause he was scared that without you, they'd be out of cash."

"Why haven't you ever mentioned these things to me before?"

"Mention what? There's nothing to say."

I walked towards the elevator.

Bryant followed slowly, his expression unreadable. "You never d me you had such a hard time told growing up."

"That wasn't hard."

The real hardship was after my parents died and before Aunt Cheryl came for me.

But over many nights, I'd come to understand. Perhaps everyone's life has its dark moments.

I glanced at Bryant under the setting sun, thinking I no longer cared, yet I felt a hint of bitterhess. E Besides, you never gave me a chance to speak about it, did you?"

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