Chapter 227

Margaret’s fists clenched quietly in her lap, her face a mask of regret as she stumbled over her words, “… I just felt so humiliated being scolded before everyone that I lost my temper and said those awful things about Mom. I was wrong, Bry…”

Her acting skills were top–notch. I might have believed her sob story if I hadn’t known the truth from Timothy.

Bryant’s gaze shifted to Albert his eyes narrowing, “What do you say?”

“What should I say?” Albert stood his ground. “If Teresa was the other woman, why would we have waited five years after your mom passed away to get married?”

No sooner had Albert finished speaking than the emergency room doors swung open.

Bryant remained skeptical and turned to the doctor. “Is it senous?”

grave. “She lost much blood, but luckily, she was brought in just in time. Any later, and it might

tense

drama. If it weren’t for BlessedCare Medical Facility. I’d suspect they had bribed the

room, it wasn’t long before she woke up. Seeing Bryant at the foot of her bed, tears immediately

into the Ferguson family, I’ve devoted myself to you as if

her throat. I had to suppress a laugh. If Timothy hadn’t forbidden it, she would have had a dozen kids to claim a stake in the Ferguson family. Yet, there she was, using her childlessness

frowned. “You

grew more intense: “Td sacrifice anything for you and you know that. Now, with my reputation destroyed

was quite the

was a sucker for that sort of emotional mind game. Despite his reputation for being cold and authoritarian toward others, he had a soft spot for family, perhaps craving the affection he seldom received

I changed clothes and headed for the kitchen to cook. Both designing and cooking allowed me a brief respite from my troubles, a

pot of mushroom soup, I started preparing the

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