Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 138

Bryant stood there, a vision in his tailored dark suit, his demeanor icy, his gaze chilling. Despite the coldness, an oppressive air of authority enveloped him, a natural-born leader through and through.

I was momentarily stunned.

Instantly, Allen’s aggressive bravado deflated like a popped balloon. Gone was his earlier swagger as he rubbed his hands together, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he approached Bryant. Bowing and scraping, he said, “Mr. Ferguson, Mr. Ferguson, what brings you here? I was just giving this little lady a piece of my mind.”

My pride felt trampled underfoot by Allen’s words, Even thoug divorce was on the horizon, I didn’t want Bryant to see me in such a disheveled state.

Or to witness such an unsavory family scene.

Let’s leave, this doesn’t involve you,” I urged, pushing Bryant to ards the exit.

I didn’t want

into this mess.

Uncle meddling in my affairs, and I certainly didn’t want Bryant dragged

“You scared?” Allen blocked the door, raising his voice. “Afraid your husband will find out how ungrateful you are?”

was so frustrated I was almost speechless.

self-righteously accused, “It’s not your fault for finding someone new, it’s her. She’s so unreasonable,

meaning. “Oh? She does have quite the

I?” Allen, feeling vindicated, grew even more animated. “Not to mention, she’s completely ungrateful! You know, it wasn’t easy for her aunt and me raising her, and now when it’s her turn to take care of us, she turns

and sat down, crossing his long legs, his voice very light. “You tell me, how should she take care of you? For matters like this, come to me, not her. She doesn’t call the shots in our

I frowned.

him, by saying I didn’t call the

eyes lit up at Bryant’s apparent agreement, and he launched into his demands without missing a beat. “Just cover her aunt’s medical bills, give me a monthly allowance of thirty grand, and maybe sort out

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ask, right?”

couldn’t

would agree. After all, to him, this amount of money was a drop in the bucket, a small price

a mix of anxiety and anger, I interjected, “Don’t even dream about it…”

let your uncle have a word,” Bryant said, pulling

“Anything else?

an apartment downtown, ideally with four bedrooms and two living rooms. My wife and I are getting old, and our boy is looking to get married. A downtown apartment

remained noncommittal. “Makes sense