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?”

but luckily, she was brought in

tense posture relaxed

for this whole drama. If it weren’t

wasn’t long before she woke up. Seeing Bryant at the foot of

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

it, she would have had a dozen kids to

“You attempted suicide

know that. Now, with my reputation destroyed and driving a wedge between us, I’d rather prove my innocence with

was quite the stepmother’s

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 Predicting how the rest of the scene would unfold, I saw no reason to stay any

designing and cooking allowed me a brief

I put on a pot of mushroom soup, I started preparing the ingredients for the

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