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.

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

sure Timothy had his medication in his pocket

colder, I’d check every morning to ensure Timothy had his medicine.” After answering, Gary looked at me seriously, “You… still

finger on it.” I

I

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

wasn’t that simple. Yet, without evidence, relying solely on. intuition

of the servants come across a dropped

before confirming, “No, anything belonging to

bottle is small. We could have missed it if it fell in the

handled Timothy’s possessions, afraid of breaking or

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anything.

was left by those who’d passed, once gone, was gone

“Gary, may I take this? I want to keep it in memory

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