Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 109

"This doesn't make sense..." Something felt off to me and always did.

Bryant pressed. "What do you mean?"

I pondered, "Timothy always takes his meds when he feels off. He usually gets by just fine. Why did he faint all of a sudden?"

"Exactly. I remember that. When Timothy came in for his check-ups, I noticed he always had his medication on him. With today's episode, it wouldn't have escalated to this if he had taken his meds on time." The director commented.

I shot Bryant a cold look. "Where's Margaret?"

"She's resting in the ward." After Bryant finished, his expression darkened, and he asserted, "You suspect her? That's impossible. She might be a spoiled girl but not malicious, especially around Grandpa."

Hearing that, I couldn't suppress my anger for the first time.

Would such a 'not malicious' person tirelessly chase after someone else's husband? But then again, no one could wake a person pretending to sleep. I was well aware of that.

Not wanting to argue further, I turned to the director. "The clothes Timothy wore when he was brought in, are they still around? Could you check his pockets for his medication?"

"Right away." The director immediately instructed a doctor to handle it.

Soon after, the doctor returned. "No, Mr. Timothy's pockets were empty."

"The maid usually places the medicine in the pocket of the jacket Mr. Timothy usually wears after laundry, hanging it back in the cloakroom. I always double-check." Gary explained with utmost seriousness.

Timothy's well-being was a big deal for the Ferguson family. No one would be negligent.

A possibility crossed my mind, sending shivers down my spine. I headed straight for the ward! I knew which ward Margaret would be in!