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.

the clothes and items Timothy frequently used.

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

the weather turning colder, I’d check every morning to ensure Timothy

quite put my finger on it.” I

I

reasoning made sense. In that

solely on. intuition felt insufficient. And I wasn’t sure if my suspicions stemmed from an existing

the servants come across

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

out. The bottle is small. We could have missed it if it

handled Timothy’s possessions, afraid of breaking

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anything.

who’d

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

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