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.”

tense posture relaxed

scowled, wondering if it was really worth risking her life for this whole drama.

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

didn’t, I didn’t! All these years since I mamed into the Ferguson family, I’ve devoted myself to you as if you were my own. If I were what people say, a homewrecker, how come I haven’t had

“homewrecker seemed to stick in her throat. I had to suppress a laugh. If Timothy hadn’t forbidden it, she would have had a dozen kids to claim a stake in the Ferguson family. Yet, there she was, using

attempted

anything for you and you know that. Now, with my reputation destroyed and driving a wedge

quite the stepmother’s

had a soft spot for family, perhaps craving the affection he seldom received Predicting

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

put on a pot of mushroom soup, I started preparing the ingredients for the beef steak.

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

checked through the peephole, only to find it