Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 102

Gary was practically out of breath as he blurted out, "Mrs. Ferguson! You've got to come back quick. Mr. Timothy is raging mad, threatening to beat Mr. Bryant! You're the only one who can calm Mr. Timothy down."

"What happened?" I was on my feet before he even finished speaking, grabbing a coat on my way out the door.

It wasn't Bryant I was worried about.

Timothy had more than one grandchild, but Bryant was his favorite, which was no doubt. Even if he laid hands on Bryant, he'd hold back. Bryant's life wasn't in danger.

But Timothy's health was another story. He shouldn't be getting worked up like that. Gary wouldn't sound so panicked unless it were something urgent.

"You'll see when you get here!" Gary insisted.

Despite my reservations, the sight that greeted me at the Ferguson Mansion left me speechless.

In the study, usually so composed and dignified, Bryant was kneeling on the floor, unable to stand straight from the pain, his forehead veins bulging, barely keeping himself from collapsing by holding onto the edge of the fine coffee table. And to my surprise, Margaret was there, too.

I was about to say something when Timothy, who had treated me kindly, glared at Gary. "You called Jane?"

"Yes." Gary had to admit it.

"I see you’ve been taking liberties!" Timothy bellowed, "Everyone out!"

"Timothy..." I wanted to intervene, worried that he might get too upset.

Timothy waved me off. "Don't worry. They won't be the death of me. Wait outside."

With that, I had no choice but to leave with Gary.

Behind me, I heard Timothy scoff, "You're just like your mother, lacking in sense. Now get out!"