If that were the case, she was even more terrifying than I had imagined.
Teresa gave a weak smile, her lips still a bit too pale. “It’s all thanks to Bry’s
devotion. Even though I’ve been bedridden for years, I’ve been well cared for.
And it’s precisely because of this, you see, that I felt completely at ease
entrusting Margaret to him.”
“Oh.” I couldn’t help but twitch the corner of my mouth, pretending not to
catch the hidden meaning in her words. “That’s nice.”
She had played the other woman herself and then set up her daughter to play
the same role. Sadly, her daughter got a taste for it and didn’t even spare her
marriage. With that, I planned to head back to my room.
“Ms. Webster.” But Teresa stopped me. “We came because Margaret

received some rather peculiar photos, and you’re involved, too. It wouldn’t be
right to show them to Bry without you, so please join us.”
I frowned, sensing it wasn’t going to be good news.
With one hand casually in his pocket, Bryant spoke calmly, “Let’s go
downstairs. Jane must be starving.”
Home Categories Search…
Ê 196/199
Once downstairs, Margaret couldn’t wait to speak, but Bryant gave her a
chilling glance. “I already mentioned Jane’s skipped breakfast. What’s the
matter so urgent it can’t delay a bit?”
With that, he patted my shoulder, signaling me to go and have breakfast.
Margaret pouted, frustrated. “You’re still defending her! Wait till you see the
photos, and you’ll know I was only looking out for you!”
“Enough, Margaret.” Experience always has the upper hand. Teresa didn’t
rush. “Let Ms. Webster have her breakfast first. Bry, you haven’t eaten, either.
Go on now.”
Indeed, my stomach was growling, so I made my way to the dining room.
Gary instructed the staff to serve breakfast. Despite the Ferguson family’s
The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255