Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 152

I perked up, pressing, “Please don’t let this hold you back. The divorce is between Bryant and me. But Timothy was always kind to me, and I can’t stand the thought of him passing away without clarity.”

With my reassurance, Gary finally decided to spill the beans. He pulled a transparent sealed bag out of his pocket, containing just one tiny pill. And the pill was all too familiar to me. It was the very emergency pill Timothy always kept in his pocket.

Gary shared, “We found it under the carpet by the desk in Mr. Timothy’s study when the housekeeper was cleaning the other day.”

I took a closer look, feeling a chill down my spine.

The air in RiverCity wasn’t dry, so if the pill had been on the floor for a while, it should have n some signs of moisture. But the pill in the bag didn’t have a trace of dampness.

My voice trembled as I asked, “When was the last time the Ferguson Mansion had a deep cleaning?”

“The day before Mr. Timothy’s death.”

Gary had also considered it and responded immediately, his expression turning somber.

away Timothy had his attacks and needed that pill when he was in a one-on-one conversation with Margaret. But when I confronted Margaret that night, she never

a knowing look, seeing the deep suspicion in each

shook his head. “Not

analyzed first.” I pondered, “There’s no use telling him now. Wi just this, given his trust in Margaret, he’ll think I’m trying to

behalf of Bryant, but I gently

of Bryant’s actual feelings toward Margaret, in his eyes, Margaret

paramount.

That was enough.

becoming stern, “I swear it. If Margaret had something to do with Mr. Timothy’s death, she would suffer

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saw a shadow of Timothy in

nodded, saying, “I

be biased, but he wouldn’t let Margaret off the hook once there’s irrefutable evidence, especially concerning

said, “Then I’ll get the fingerprints