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 in time. Any later, and it

tense

her life for this whole drama. If

Teresa was moved to a room, it wasn’t long before she woke up. Seeing Bryant at the foot of her bed, tears immediately welled in

All these years since I mamed into the Ferguson family, I’ve devoted myself to you as if

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

“You attempted suicide

sacrifice anything for you and you know that. Now, with my reputation destroyed and driving a wedge between us, I’d rather

was quite the stepmother’s

knew Bryant was a 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

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

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

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