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

for this whole drama. If it weren’t for BlessedCare Medical Facility. I’d suspect they

Bryant at the foot of her bed, tears immediately welled in her eyes,

myself to you as if you were my own. If I were what people say, a homewrecker, how come I haven’t had

laugh. If Timothy hadn’t forbidden it, she would have had a dozen kids to claim a stake in the Ferguson family.

frowned. “You attempted suicide

my reputation destroyed and driving a

quite the stepmother’s performance.

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

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

a pot of mushroom soup, I started preparing the ingredients for

as I finished prepping, I heard a

and checked through the peephole, only to find it obscured. When opening the