Lost Me Gained Regret

She looked like a flower wilting in the fierce storm.

"Mom!"

I hurried over, taking her hands in mine.

Mom patted my head, taking a long while before she spoke, "I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry for what happened to your grandma."

"Mom, this isn't your fault."

I frowned at the injuries on her body, "But what happened to you? How did you get hurt this badly?"

"Compared to your grandma passing away, these are just scratches."

Mom brushed it off but sighed, feeling guilty, "I keep thinking, if I hadn't thrown that party, maybe they wouldn't have had the chance, and you and your grandma wouldn't have..."

"Mom!"

I cut her off, seriously, wiping away her tears, "Whether you threw that party or not, we were out in the open, and they were hiding in the shadows. It's impossible to guard against that all the time. So, it really isn't your fault. You can't think like that!"

Mom looked at me with such tenderness. I squeezed her hand and walked her back to her hospital room.

"Mom, you're hurt too. You need to rest. I have to take grandma to the crematorium now, let her rest in peace."

Mom looked worried, "What about you? How are you holding up?"Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine..."

At that, she seemed to finally relax and fainted.

Uncle Mike came just in time, catching Mom, "Your mom, in the middle of that chaos, got hurt pretty bad. She might never wear an evening gown again. But, I mean no harm by saying that, just stating the facts."

"And your mom, knowing about your disappearance and your grandma's death, hasn't slept a wink, and she's been running a fever."

I had felt Mom's hand burning up earlier. I thought it was just emotional distress, the excitement of it all.

"She needs to rest. Once she wakes up, I'll bring her to the funeral."

After Uncle Mike left with Mom, he paused at the door to tell Gregory, "Don't forget to mention that other thing."

After he left, I turned to Gregory, "What thing?"

Without a word, Gregory led me back to the morgue, opening the neighboring cold storage drawer.

As the zipper revealed the face inside, my body stiffened.

"Victor..."

Gregory said, "He was trying to protect grandma. Got hit by a falling beam, but...

He paused, "Grandma didn't make it either."

I pursed my lips, taking a moment to gather myself.

Truth be told, Victor and I never had much of a bond.

Despite what he did to grandma, saving her with his life was undeniable.

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I looked down, "Let's bury him in the Myers family plot."

After arranging everything with Gregory, we headed to the crematorium.

After the cremation, everything was set up by Dailey.

We returned to the Myers family estate.

I placed grandma's urn on the table, with her black and white photo in front.

The Myers family, once among the top three prominent families, had a lot of people come to pay their respects even late into the night, thanks to Gregory and Dailey's arrangements.

After a three-day vigil.

The next morning, I carried grandma's urn to the Myers family plot under a gloomy sky.

It started to rain as we arrived.

Gregory held the umbrella for me, the wet ground slippery under our feet.

Despite my careful steps, I couldn't avoid slipping.

Gregory was always there to catch me promptly.

He was completely drenched, raindrops gathering on his determined jawline.

I nudged his hand, "You should cover up too."