When Love Breaks by Jack

Chapter 128

I knew about his cold-hearted decisiveness, but never did I imagine he’d turn that same sharpness on me.

The sourness surged right up to my nose. I turned away, fighting hard to swallow down the lump of injustice in my throat. Thinking of Aunt Cheryl’s condition, I swallowed my pride and started again, each word tasting of bitterness.

“Mr. Ferguson, my aunt’s really sick, she needs a hospital room. Could you arrange that for us?”

His face froze, his fingers trembling slightly, his voice hoars What did you call me?” I clenched my fist, “Mr. Ferguson, could you?”

That title seemed to irritate him further. His jaw tightened, and he coldly spat out, “No.”

“Jane…” Margaret took a sip of her water, wearing an innocent apologetic expression as she explained, “I’m sorry, dear. The BlessedCare Medical Facility only has three VIP rooms. My mom’s been in one all year, and now that I’m not feeling well, Bry insists I stay here for my confinement. The last room’s been promised to a friend coming in tomorrow…Don’t be mad. If you’d asked just a bit sooner, it would’ve been yours. After all, you’re Mrs. Ferguson. These resources should go to you.”

It was like a reminder.

you’re Mrs. Ferguson? You’ve

respond, she gently tugged at Bryant’s sleeve, “Bry, maybe I should move out… It’s just confinement, I can manage

I

has stomach cancer. It’s a matter of life and death, far

my ground, her eyes welling up as she got up to pack, sobbing, “I’ll

“Jane!”

course, Bryant felt for her, his face darkening, “Is this how you show your true

now?”

finally seeing

time I’ve heard that post-miscarriage rest needed a hospital stay, with all the bells and whistles of medical care! To anyone else, it’d

a room made me the aggressor in

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Margaret, and he

“What’s your friend’s illness again?

“Bry!”