Chapter 115

Hearing that, I was momentarily speechless but quickly pieced together the reason..

Christine furrowed her brows in confusion, looking at me, and whispered, “Bryant suddenly changed his ways?”

“No.” I watched Margaret escorted away by the security, slightly pursing my lips. “He’s just feeling guilty, wanting to make amends.”

Timothy’s passing hit Bryant hard. Despite being Timothy’s favorite grandkid, he wasn’t there in his last moments. Moreover, he pissed Timothy off on the very day Timothy passed. How could he not feel guilty, regretful, and self-blaming?

And his way of showing it was to honor Timothy’s wish, making me a lifelong Mrs. Ferguson.

It had nothing to do with me.

After the funeral, I returned to the Ferguson Mansion, joining Gary in sorting through Timothy’s belongings.

items Timothy frequently used. Each piece I held gave me the illusion that

sure

with the weather turning colder, I’d check every morning to ensure Timothy had his medicine.”

my finger on it.”

I

In that day’s chaos, something could have fallen

intuition felt insufficient. And I wasn’t sure if my suspicions stemmed from

I added, “These past days, have any of the servants come across a

it over before confirming, “No, anything belonging to Timothy, they would’ve informed

and then continued, “I’ll keep an eye out. The bottle is small.

Timothy’s possessions, afraid of breaking

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anything.

was left by those who’d passed,

I take this? I want to keep it

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