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?”

emerged, removing his mask, his expression grave. “She lost much blood, but luckily, she was brought in just

Bryant’s tense posture relaxed

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

at the foot of her bed, tears immediately

I mamed into the Ferguson family, I’ve devoted myself to you as if you were my own. If I were what people say,

had to suppress a laugh. If Timothy hadn’t forbidden it, she would have had a dozen kids to claim a

frowned. “You

with my reputation destroyed and driving a

was quite

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

I changed clothes and headed for the kitchen to cook. Both designing and

mushroom soup, I

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