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.

day Timothy passed away Timothy had his attacks and needed that pill when he was in a one-on-one conversation with Margaret. But when I confronted

in

his head. “Not

no use telling him now. Wi just this, given his trust

behalf of Bryant, but I gently cut him off, “It doesn’t matter what they are. What matters is that he cares deeply for Margaret, right?”

feelings toward Margaret, in

paramount.

That was enough.

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

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I saw a shadow of Timothy in

saying, “I believe you.”

wouldn’t let Margaret off the

get the