Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 113

The next day, when a servant stopped me at the gate of the Ferguson Mansion, preventing me from stepping outside, I realized the truth. Last night was merely a notification.

I knew it was Bryant's doing, not the servant's. So, I patiently asked, "Where's Bryant?"

"Mr. Ferguson left before dawn."

"Has Gary returned?"

"Not yet, Gary's handling Mr. Timothy's funeral arrangements."

I spoke softly, "What if I need to leave now?"

"Mrs. Ferguson, you can't leave." The servant gestured toward the floor-to-ceiling windows, where several men in black suits stood guard.

I was shocked. In three years, Bryant's deceit hadn't changed. He told me I only had to stay for one night, and then he wouldn’t let me step out the door.

There was a moment when I wondered if he was at all the same person who, years ago, had kindly taken me to the infirmary, carefully respecting my pride, trying every means to invite me out for a meal. Could eight years change someone so completely?

By morning, I'd received tons of messages on my phone, mainly condolences for Timothy’s passing.

Christine and Mark were the most contrasting. Christine sent a barrage of messages while Mark typed, [Jane, my condolences. Take care of yourself.]

Yet, about concern, I couldn't weigh which was more significant. Aside from Christine, only Mark reminded me to take care of myself. Most were trying to get closer to the Ferguson family.

I only replied to the two of them before calling Bryant. But it wasn't him who answered.

Kevin respectfully said, "Mrs. Ferguson, there's been an issue at our overseas branch, and Mr. Ferguson is in an emergency meeting. I'll inform him as soon as it's over."

"Forget it." I closed my eyes, "Let it be."