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Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 107

Spotting that Timothy understood, I stopped hesitating and nodded. "Right."

Timothy gestured for Gary to fetch something. It was a yellowed medical record.

My heart clenched as I took it from his hands.

Bryant had visited the psychiatrists a lot when he was a kid.

I looked up, utterly incredulous. The golden boy had been a frequent visitor at the psychiatrist's.

It took me a moment to gather my thoughts, my voice barely above a whisper, "How could he..."

But then, thinking about it, it made sense. Born to a mother who passed away, a father caught up in a new romance, causing chaos at home, favoring his stepdaughter over him,

led to mental health issues. It was all too common.

"All these years, I've wondered whether to tell him." Timothy sighed, and his eyes were sharp with age. "But one day, he'll find out. We can't hide it from him forever."

...

My emotions were a whirlwind as I left the Ferguson Mansion. I had a sink feeling on the way back. I'm not usually superstitious, but my chest felt tight with anxiety. Just as I was about to enter the parking lot of my apartment complex, Bryant called!

My heart skipped a beat. "Hello?"

Bryant’s voice came through. "Grandpa passed out! The ambulance is on its way."

"I, I'm coming right back..." Struck by lightning, my speech faltered, but Bryant's calm and steady voice on the other end grounded me. "Jane, don't panic. You don’t need to come back. Head straight to BlessedCare Medical Facility."

"Okay, okay, will do." My mind was buzzing.

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