Lost Me Gained Regret

Chapter 227

Margaret’s fists clenched quietly in her lap, her face a mask of regret as she stumbled over her words, “… I just felt so humiliated being scolded before everyone that I lost my temper and said those awful things about Mom. I was wrong, Bry…”

Her acting skills were top–notch. I might have believed her sob story if I hadn’t known the truth from Timothy.

Bryant’s gaze shifted to Albert his eyes narrowing, “What do you say?”

“What should I say?” Albert stood his ground. “If Teresa was the other woman, why would we have waited five years after your mom passed away to get married?”

No sooner had Albert finished speaking than the emergency room doors swung open.

Bryant remained skeptical and turned to the doctor. “Is it senous?”

“Mr. Ferguson,” The doctor emerged, removing his mask, his expression grave. “She lost much blood, but luckily, she was brought in just in time. Any later, and it might have been too late.”

Bryant’s tense posture relaxed

this whole drama. If it

Bryant at the foot of her bed, tears

you were my own. If I were what people say, a homewrecker, how come

have had a dozen kids to claim a stake in the Ferguson family. Yet, there she was, using her childlessness to clear her name

frowned. “You attempted suicide over

grew more intense: “Td sacrifice anything for you and you know that. Now, with my reputation destroyed

was quite the stepmother’s performance.

knew Bryant was a sucker for that sort of emotional mind game. Despite his reputation for being cold and authoritarian toward others, he had a soft spot for family, perhaps craving the affection he seldom received Predicting how the rest of the scene would unfold, I saw no reason to stay any longer and turned to leave

and headed for the kitchen to cook. Both designing and cooking allowed me a brief respite from my

on a pot of mushroom soup, I

as I finished prepping, I heard a strange noise from the

it out clearly, I washed my hands and checked through the peephole, only to find it obscured. When