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.

once, leaving behind the clothes and items Timothy frequently used. Each piece I held gave me the illusion that Timothy

I pondered and asked, “Gary, are you sure Timothy had his medication in his pocket the other

every morning to ensure Timothy had his medicine.” After answering, Gary looked at me

finger on it.” I shook

I

confronted Margaret, her reasoning made sense. In that day’s chaos,

told me it wasn’t that simple. Yet, without evidence, relying solely on. intuition felt insufficient. And I wasn’t sure if

the servants come across a dropped medicine

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

an eye out. The bottle is small. We could

Timothy’s possessions, afraid of

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anything.

those who’d passed,

bracelet. “Gary, may I take this? I

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