Chapter 138

Bryant stood there, a vision in his tailored dark suit, his demeanor icy, his gaze chilling. Despite the coldness, an oppressive air of authority enveloped him, a natural-born leader through and through.

I was momentarily stunned.

Instantly, Allen’s aggressive bravado deflated like a popped balloon. Gone was his earlier swagger as he rubbed his hands together, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he approached Bryant. Bowing and scraping, he said, “Mr. Ferguson, Mr. Ferguson, what brings you here? I was just giving this little lady a piece of my mind.”

My pride felt trampled underfoot by Allen’s words, Even thoug divorce was on the horizon, I didn’t want Bryant to see me in such a disheveled state.

Or to witness such an unsavory family scene.

Let’s leave, this doesn’t involve you,” I urged, pushing Bryant to ards the exit.

I didn’t want

into this mess.

Uncle meddling in my affairs, and I certainly didn’t want Bryant dragged

door, raising his voice. “Afraid your husband will find out how ungrateful you

was so frustrated

retort, he self-righteously accused, “It’s not your fault for finding someone new, it’s her. She’s so unreasonable, so inconsiderate! With her temper,

glanced at me, his expression loaded with meaning. “Oh? She does have

Allen, feeling vindicated, grew even more animated. “Not to mention, she’s completely ungrateful! You know, it wasn’t easy for her aunt and me raising her,

that’s not right,” Bryant casually pulled up a chair and sat down, crossing his long legs, his voice very light. “You tell me, how should she take care of you? For matters like this, come to me, not her. She doesn’t call

I frowned.

What did he mean by coming to him, by saying I didn’t call the shots in

without missing a beat. “Just cover her aunt’s medical bills, give me a monthly allowance of thirty grand, and maybe sort out a job for my son.

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ask, right?”

couldn’t believe he had the audacity to ask Bryant

Bryant would agree. After all, to him, this amount of

of anxiety and anger, I interjected, “Don’t even dream

your uncle have a word,” Bryant said, pulling on my hand and raising

Allen. “Anything else? Out

ideally with four bedrooms and two living rooms. My wife and I are getting old, and our boy is looking to get married. A downtown apartment would be

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