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?

messages on my phone, mainly condolences for

a barrage of messages while Mark typed,

of yourself.]

concern, I couldn’t weigh which was more significant. Aside from Christine, only Mark reminded me

to the two of them before

overseas branch, and Mr. Ferguson is in an emergency meeting. I’ll inform him as soon as it’s

my eyes, “Let

Timothy’s death, the corporation would be unstable. Bryant was overwhelmed, unable to spare me

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

with a dark expression, quickly dismissed the officers, and strode toward me. His eyes, red from

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of oppression. “So,

nodded without hesitation.

breaking. Nor could I accept a husband who was waiting

sneer. “Well, I don’t want that.”

it matter,” I was exhausted. “This will only