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.

servants had gone through them once, leaving behind the clothes and items Timothy frequently used. Each piece I

pondered and asked, “Gary, are you sure

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

quite put my finger on it.”

I

In that day’s chaos, something could have fallen

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

days, have any of the servants come across a dropped medicine bottle while

anything belonging to Timothy, they

out. The bottle is

I carefully handled Timothy’s possessions, afraid of breaking or

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anything.

left by those who’d passed,

end, I held up a bracelet. “Gary, may I take this? I want to keep it in memory

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