When Love Breaks by Jack

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?”

luckily, she was brought in just in time. Any later, and it might have been

Bryant’s tense

for this whole drama. If it weren’t

Bryant at the foot of her bed, tears immediately welled in her eyes, worthy of an

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 a child with

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

“You

for you and you know that. Now, with my reputation destroyed and driving

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

for the kitchen to cook. Both designing and cooking allowed me a brief respite from my troubles, a moment

soup, I started preparing the ingredients