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.

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

asked, “Gary, are you sure Timothy had his medication in his

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

can’t quite put my finger on it.” I shook

I

reasoning made sense. In that day’s chaos, something could have fallen

me it wasn’t that simple. Yet, without evidence, relying solely on. intuition felt insufficient. And I wasn’t sure if my suspicions stemmed from an

of the servants

thought it over before confirming, “No, anything belonging to Timothy, they

bottle is small. We could have

carefully handled Timothy’s possessions, afraid of breaking or

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anything.

left by those who’d

I held up a bracelet. “Gary, may I take