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?”

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

tense posture

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

at the foot of her bed, tears

devoted myself to you as if you were my own. If I were what people say,

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 to

“You attempted

know that. Now, with my

was quite the

that sort of emotional mind game. Despite his reputation for being cold and authoritarian toward others, he had a soft spot for

Both designing and cooking allowed me a brief respite from my

a pot of mushroom soup, I started

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