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.

heard his voice, filled with defeat. “Jane, I must have disappointed Grandpa by not being there for

didn’t know what to say as Margaret’s terrible lies and acting came to mind,

hoarse, “Did Grandpa

moonlight filtering through the curtain gaps, I spoke, “I never told grandpa, that while he was fighting for his life, you were with

was the first time I realized how cruel I

deep.

just thought to calm her

speak harshly anymore, stating, “You shouldn’t

he said, “I owe you and Grandpa

staring at

both knew who “she” was without naming her.

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off guard, Bryant took a long moment before deciding. “Jane, let’s start over.”