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.

I heard his voice, filled with defeat. “Jane, I must

lies and acting came to mind, and

voice was hoarse, “Did Grandpa blame me?”

never told grandpa, that while he was fighting

I realized how cruel I could be. My words

deep.

sorry.” Bryant’s voice was all regret. “I just thought to

didn’t want to speak harshly anymore, stating, “You shouldn’t be apologizing to me. You

owe you

a surge of bitterness, I pulled away from him, lying back and staring at the ceiling. “Bryant, she will be the reason

who “she”

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