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.

pondered and asked, “Gary, are you sure Timothy

weather turning colder, I’d check every morning to ensure Timothy had his medicine.”

on it.” I shook my head.

I

made sense. In that day’s chaos, something could have

told me it wasn’t that simple. Yet, without evidence, relying solely on. intuition felt insufficient. And I wasn’t sure if my suspicions

any of the servants come across a dropped medicine bottle while cleaning?”

over before confirming, “No, anything belonging to Timothy, they would’ve informed me.”

“I’ll keep an eye out. The bottle is small. We could have missed it if it fell

I carefully handled Timothy’s possessions,

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anything.

left by those who’d passed, once gone, was gone forever.

“Gary, may I take this? I want