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.

“Jane, I must have disappointed Grandpa by not being there for him at

as Margaret’s terrible lies and acting came to mind, and Bryant believed them.

hoarse, “Did Grandpa blame

filtering through the curtain gaps, I spoke, “I never told grandpa, that while he was fighting for his

I realized how cruel I could

deep.

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

harshly anymore, stating, “You shouldn’t be apologizing to me. You owe Timothy,

silence, he said, “I owe you and Grandpa an

back and staring at the ceiling.

“she” was without naming her.

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