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

worth risking her life for this whole drama. If it weren’t for

before she woke up. Seeing Bryant at the foot of her bed, tears immediately welled in her eyes, worthy

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

would have had a dozen kids to claim a stake in the Ferguson family. Yet, there she

attempted suicide

grew more intense: “Td sacrifice anything for you and you know that. Now, with my reputation destroyed and driving a wedge between us, I’d

quite the

his reputation for being cold and authoritarian toward others, he had a soft spot for family, perhaps craving

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

I started preparing the

prepping, I heard a strange noise from

through the peephole, only to find