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.

a moment when I wondered if he was at all the same person who, years ago, had kindly taken me to the infirmary, carefully respecting my pride, trying every means

I’d received tons of messages on my

were the most contrasting Christine sent a

Take care of yourself.]

reminded me to take care of myself. Most

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

Ferguson, there’s been an issue at our overseas branch, and Mr. Ferguson is in an

closed my eyes,

the corporation would be unstable. Bryant was overwhelmed, unable to spare me any

Police Station?

also pulled up. He stepped out with a dark expression, quickly dismissed the officers, and

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sense of oppression. “So, you

without

remain in a marriage on the verge of breaking. Nor could I accept

curled into a cold sneer. “Well,

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