Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 115

Hearing that, I was momentarily speechless but quickly pieced together the reason..

Christine furrowed her brows in confusion, looking at me, and whispered, “Bryant suddenly changed his ways?”

“No.” I watched Margaret escorted away by the security, slightly pursing my lips. “He’s just feeling guilty, wanting to make amends.”

Timothy’s passing hit Bryant hard. Despite being Timothy’s favorite grandkid, he wasn’t there in his last moments. Moreover, he pissed Timothy off on the very day Timothy passed. How could he not feel guilty, regretful, and self-blaming?

And his way of showing it was to honor Timothy’s wish, making me a lifelong Mrs. Ferguson.

It had nothing to do with me.

After the funeral, I returned to the Ferguson Mansion, joining Gary in sorting through Timothy’s belongings.

The servants had gone through them once, leaving behind the clothes and items Timothy frequently used. Each piece I held gave me the illusion that Timothy hadn’t left us.

“Gary, are you sure Timothy had his medication in his pocket the other day?”

the weather turning colder, I’d check every morning to ensure Timothy

quite put my finger on it.” I

I

In that day’s chaos, something could have fallen out.

me it wasn’t that simple. Yet, without evidence, relying solely on. intuition felt insufficient. And I wasn’t sure if my suspicions stemmed from an existing hostility toward

of the servants

before confirming, “No, anything belonging to Timothy, they would’ve informed

eye out. The bottle is small. We could have missed it

Timothy’s possessions, afraid of breaking

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anything.

passed, once gone, was gone

I held up a bracelet. “Gary, may I take this? I want to keep it in