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 hadn’t left

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

to

can’t quite put my finger on it.”

I

reasoning made sense. In that day’s chaos,

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

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

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

an eye out. The bottle is

Timothy’s possessions, afraid of breaking or

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anything.

who’d passed, once gone,

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

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