Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 114

He was so worried I’d call the cops again, so he didn’t even bother going to the office anymore. Instead, he set up shop in the study for video conferences. I felt uneasy, zoning out in the backyard the entire afternoon.

The next day came the solemnity of Timothy’s funeral, a gloomy atmosphere enveloping everything. A drizzle fell, sending shivers straight to the soul.

I finally left the confines of the Ferguson Mansion, clinging to Bryant’s side, his grip on me firm as we greeted the mourners like puppets on strings.

His temper had been hot these past few days. It wasn’t so much a change as his true colors showed. I had no room to argue. I tried felling Bryant again the night before that Timothy didn’t demand we stay married on his deathbed and that Timothy only forbade Margaret from marrying into the Ferguson family. But he didn’t believe me and said I was lying. And I was too tired to argue.

As the funeral began, I stood silently to the side in a black wool coat, listening to eulogies summarizing an eighty-year life that seemed to end all too easily.

The man who was laughing with me two days ago was then just a memory under the earth.

“Grandpa!” Margaret appeared from nowhere, her face streaked with tears, kneeling at the gravestone. “Grandpa… Why did you have to leave so suddenly?”

I turned to Gary. “Get her

Timothy would’ve wanted to see

Margaret stood up and challenged, “What right do you have to

call.” I left the decision to Bryant and walked toward Christine and the others. At my words, Margaret immediately softened, clinging to Bryant’s arm. “Bry, I

hurt anymore?” Bryant coldly pulled his arm away, his expression as still as a deep lake, chilling to

face froze, and she quickly complained, “I specifically came for Timothy’s funeral. What’s wrong with your

Mrs. Ferguson and has every right to decide on matters concerning the Ferguson

wasn’t convinced. “You guys are getting a divorce,

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look, and Gary immediately directed two security guards to escort Margaret

two doing? I’m still here, and you’re bullying Margaret?”

free and ran to Albert,

were there. I also felt sorry for