When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 113

The next day, when a servant stopped me at the gate of the Ferguson Mansion, preventing me from stepping outside, I realized the truth. Last night was merely a notification.

I knew it was Bryant’s doing, not the servant’s. So, I patiently asked, “Where’s Bryant?”

“Mr. Ferguson left before dawn.”

“Has Gary returned?”

“Not yet, Gary’s handling Mr. Timothy’s funeral arrangements.”

I spoke softly, “What if I need to leave now?”

“Mrs. Ferguson, you can’t leave.” The servant gestured toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, where several men in black suits stood guard.

I was shocked. In three years, Bryant’s deceit hadn’t changed. He told me I only had to stay for one night, and then he wouldn’t let me step out the door.

who, years ago, had kindly taken me to the infirmary, carefully respecting my pride, trying every means to invite me out for a

I’d received tons of messages on my phone, mainly

most contrasting Christine sent a barrage of messages

Take care of yourself.]

couldn’t weigh which was more significant. Aside from Christine, only Mark reminded me to take care of myself. Most were trying to get closer to the

two of them before calling Bryant. But it wasn’t him who

“Mrs. Ferguson, there’s been an issue at our overseas branch, and Mr.

my

be unstable. Bryant was overwhelmed, unable to

“Hello, RiverCity Police

He stepped out with a dark expression, quickly dismissed

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of oppression. “So, you can’t wait to get

nodded without

of breaking. Nor could I accept a husband who was

lips curled into a cold sneer. “Well, I don’t want