Lost Me Gained Regret



"How could she and I possibly have a kid?" Dave never once glanced towards Nancy, his voice laced with disbelief. "You believe whatever she says, but when it comes to me, your own son, your own grandson, you don't buy a single word?"All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Of course, the Carters weren't fools to be easily led by the nose.

Believing Nancy was just a means to an end - to break Dave and Catherine apart.

"Nancy wouldn't frame you with something like this," Norman stated firmly, with Jane adding, "We can believe you too, but do you have any proof that the child isn't yours?"

Dave replied coolly, "When a DNA test is possible."

The Carters shared an unspoken agreement, with Jane suggesting, "We can wait. But let's wait until the pregnancy is more stable, around four or five months. During this time, you need to take responsibility. If it turns out the child isn't yours, we won't force you."

A realization hit Dave.

Nancy's pregnancy must have been part of her scheme from that night. Without this child, he could have pressured Nancy into revealing what really happened that night.

Dealing with Merritt was simpler; as long as his story matched Nancy's, the lack of surveillance footage wouldn't matter.

But now, with Nancy pregnant, if anything happened to the child under his watch, he'd struggle to clear his name.

It was indeed a clever plot.

He should never have shown mercy.

Growing up with the Carters, how could Nancy be anything but cunning?

"Why should I take responsibility when we don't even know who the father is, let alone prove it's mine?"

"Once we have the test results in four or five months, if it's mine, I'll definitely take responsibility."

With that, he stood, smoothed out his coat, and said in a detached tone, "I shouldn't keep you from your dinner. I have matters to attend to."

"Dai..."

Nancy, who had been silent, followed him out.

Just as Dave was about to get into his car, Nancy wrapped her arms around him from behind.

"Let go!"

Dave's voice was as cold as the midwinter air.

Nancy tightened her grip, burying her face in his back and sobbing.

Dave tried to pull away without using too much force, but he couldn't free himself. His expression hardened.

"Nancy, don't use up the last bit of brotherly affection I have for you."

"I'm not completely out of options."

Nancy's grip remained firm, her voice quivering with grievance.

"Dai, the child is truly yours. If you don't believe me, I have a video to prove it."

"That night, I recorded a video."

After dinner Catherine washed the dishes, a task she previously

avoided but now found occasionally enjoyable. Being with the one you love made everything seem fun.

Just as she was about to join Jane for a chat, he phone pinged with a new email alert. She opened it while walking towards the sofa but was so startled by the suggestive noises coming from her phone that tripped over the coffee table.

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Her phone flew out of her hand as she tumbled to the floor. She had tried to brace herself on the sofa to avoid injury, but her hand slipped off the edge. Momentum sent her head crashing into the table, stars, bursting before her eyes. To make

matters worse, she knocked over a

glass, cutting her hand.

Fuming and dizzier than before, she cursed under her breath, struggling to stay conscious as she grabbed her phone.

She tried to call Dave, but the call went unanswered.

With her vision blurring, she dialed Jane, but just then, another call came through.