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?”

his mask, his expression grave. “She lost much blood, but luckily, she was brought in just in time. Any later, and it might have been too

tense posture relaxed

it was really worth risking her life for this whole drama. If it weren’t

before she woke up. Seeing Bryant at the foot of her bed, tears immediately

I didn’t! All these years since I mamed into the Ferguson family, I’ve devoted myself to you as if you were my own. If I were what people say, a homewrecker, how come I haven’t had

forbidden it, she would have had

“You attempted

more intense: “Td sacrifice anything for you and you know that. Now, with my reputation destroyed and driving a wedge between us, I’d rather prove my innocence

quite

toward others, he had a soft spot for family, perhaps craving the affection he seldom received Predicting how the rest of

designing and cooking allowed me a brief respite from my troubles, a moment

mushroom soup, I started preparing the ingredients for the

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