When Love Breaks by Jack

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.

clothes and items Timothy frequently used. Each piece I held gave me the illusion that Timothy hadn’t

sorting, I pondered and asked, “Gary, are you sure Timothy had

me make sure, especially with the weather turning colder, I’d check every morning to ensure Timothy had his medicine.” After answering,

put my finger

I

I confronted Margaret, her reasoning made sense. In that day’s chaos, something could have

without evidence, relying solely on. intuition felt insufficient. And I wasn’t sure if my suspicions stemmed from an existing hostility toward

past days, have any of the servants come across a dropped

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

keep an eye out. The bottle is small. We

possessions,

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anything.

who’d passed,

held up a bracelet. “Gary, may I take this? I want to