Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 112

Each time I thought of Timothy's words, it felt different. It wasn't that he disapproved of Bryant's relationship with Margaret because he found her too cunning, but it felt utterly different today. What on earth had Margaret said to Timothy?

As the car pulled into the Ferguson Mansion, I got off and went to the door when Bryant caught up, wrapping me in his arms.

I froze, his head buried in my shoulder, his voice vulnerable. "Jane, stay with me tonight, please. Just one night. Please!"

The memory of the medical report I stumbled upon in the study earlier that day flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy. "Okay."

The atmosphere in the Ferguson Mansion was heavy, missing only Timothy, but his absence made the house feel eerily empty that night.

After a hot shower, I returned to the bedroom to find Bryant missing. Later, as I was drifting off, someone snuggled up behind me, and without turning around, I knew it was him. For some reason, every move Bryant made tonight seemed laced with sadness.

"Are you asleep?" his forehead pressed lightly against my head, his voice low.

I didn't respond, staying still, and then I heard his voice, filled with defeat. "Jane, I must have disappointed Grandpa by not being there for him at the end."

I didn't know what to say as Margaret's terrible lies and acting came to mind, and Bryant believed them.

His voice was hoarse, "Did Grandpa blame me?"

Looking at the moonlight filtering through the curtain gaps, I spoke, "I never told grandpa, that while he was fighting for his life, you were with Margaret who was pretending to have stomach pains."

It was the first time I realized how cruel I could be. My words meant to comfort and cut deep.