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?

received tons of messages on my

contrasting Christine sent a barrage of

of

concern, I couldn’t weigh which was more significant. Aside from Christine, only Mark reminded me to take care of myself. Most were trying to get closer to the Ferguson

the two of them before calling Bryant. But it wasn’t him

said, “Mrs. Ferguson, there’s been an issue at our overseas branch, and Mr. Ferguson is

my eyes, “Let it

Bryant was overwhelmed, unable

Station? I’m

stepped out with a dark expression, quickly dismissed the officers, and strode toward me.

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“So, you

nodded without

on the verge of breaking. Nor could I

curled into a cold sneer. “Well, I don’t want

was exhausted. “This will only make me despise