NovelOnlineChapter 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBryant remained skeptical and turned to the doctor. "Is it senous?" "Mr. Ferguson," The doctor emerged, removing his mask, his expression grave. "She lost much blood, but luckily, she was brought in just in time. Any later, and it might have been too late." Visibly, Bryant's tense posture relaxed slightly I scowled, wondering if it was really worth risking her life for this whole . If it weren't for BlessedCare Medical Facility. I'd suspect they had bribed the doctor.
After 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 her eyes, worthy of an Oscar-winning performance "Bry, I didn't, I didn't! All these years since 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 cI haven't had a child with your dad?" The word "homewrecker seemed to 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 a stake in the Ferguson family. Yet, there she was, using her childlessness to clear her nbefore Bryant.
Bryant frowned. "You attempted suicide over Teresa's crying grew more intense: "Td sacrifice anything for you and you know that. Now, with my reputation destroyed and driving a wedge between us, I'd rather prove my innocence with my death." That was quite the stepmother's performance.
I 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 stay any longer and turned to leave Back home, I changed clothes and headed for the kitchen to cook. Both designing and cooking alloweda brief respite from my troubles, a moment to unwind As I put on a pot of mushroom soup, I started preparing the ingredients for the beef steak.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmJust as I finished prepping, I heard a strange noise from the front door
Unable to make it out clearly, I washed my hands and cheekedm through the peephole, only to find it peechheeked obscured. When opening the door, I gasped in shock.
The door and the ground were od, covered in blood, the metallicscent hanging in the air.
Feeling nauseous and covered in goosebumps, I was about to shut the door and call the police when a slender finger pressed against it stoppingwith a tone that was arrogant and challenging "Ah, what's the hurry? It's just schicken blood. Scared already?"
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