Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 113

The next day, when a servant stopped me at the gate of the Ferguson Mansion, preventing me from stepping outside, I realized the truth. Last night was merely a notification.

I knew it was Bryant’s doing, not the servant’s. So, I patiently asked, “Where’s Bryant?”

“Mr. Ferguson left before dawn.”

“Has Gary returned?”

“Not yet, Gary’s handling Mr. Timothy’s funeral arrangements.”

I spoke softly, “What if I need to leave now?”

“Mrs. Ferguson, you can’t leave.” The servant gestured toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, where several men in black suits stood guard.

I was shocked. In three years, Bryant’s deceit hadn’t changed. He told me I only had to stay for one night, and then he wouldn’t let me step out the door.

There was a moment when I wondered if he was at all the same person who, years ago, had kindly taken me to the infirmary, carefully respecting my pride, trying every means to invite me out for a meal. Could eight years change someone so completely?

on my phone, mainly condolences for

most contrasting Christine sent a barrage of messages while

of

only Mark reminded me to take care of myself. Most were trying

only replied to the two of them before calling Bryant. But

at our overseas branch, and Mr. Ferguson is in an emergency

my eyes, “Let

death, the corporation would be unstable. Bryant was overwhelmed,

call. “Hello, RiverCity Police Station? I’m being held against my will.”

arrived, Bryant’s car also pulled up. He stepped out with a dark expression, quickly dismissed the officers,

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“So, you can’t wait to get away from me,

without hesitation. “Yes.”

on the verge of breaking. Nor could I accept a

curled into a cold sneer. “Well,

matter,” I was exhausted. “This will