Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 112

Each time I thought of Timothy’s words, it felt different. It wasn’t that he disapproved of Bryant’s relationship with Margaret because he found her too cunning, but it felt utterly different today. What on earth had Margaret said to Timothus

As the car pulled into the Ferguson Mansion, I got off and went to the door when Bryant caught up, wrapping me in his arms.

I froze, his head buried in my shoulder, his voice vulnerable. “Jane, stay with me tonight, please. Just one night. Please!”

The memory of the medical report I stumbled upon in the study earlier that day flashed through my mind, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of empathy. “Okay.”

The atmosphere in the Ferguson Mansion was heavy, missing only Timothy, but his absence made the house feel eerily empty that night.

After a hot shower, I returned to the bedroom to find Bryant missing. Later, as I was drifting off, someone snuggled up behind me, and without turning around, I knew it him. For some reason, every move Bryant made tonight seemed laced with sadness.

“Are you asleep?” his forehead pressed lightly against my head, his voice low.

voice, filled with defeat. “Jane, I must have

say as Margaret’s terrible lies and

hoarse, “Did

spoke, “I never told grandpa, that while he was fighting for his life, you were with Margaret who was pretending to have stomach pains.”

I realized how cruel I could

deep.

sorry.” Bryant’s voice was all regret. “I just thought to calm her down before rushing to Grandpa.”

matter now.” I didn’t want to speak harshly anymore, stating, “You shouldn’t be apologizing to me. You owe Timothy,

some silence, he said, “I owe

staring at the ceiling. “Bryant, she will be the reason you lose even

knew who “she” was without naming

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a long moment before