Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 125

Stomach cancer?

My heart skipped a beat, my gaze shifting in disbelief towards my aunt. "How... how did you...?"

Before she could even utter a word, Allen chimed in, "Look, you can skimp on anything else, but when it's about health, you gotta opt for the best."

Glancing at Cheryl, I nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. I've got around $200,000 saved up. I can give it all to Auntie for her treatment."

After all, I was on my own...

There wasn’t much else I needed the money for.

Money can be earned back, but once a person is gone... they’re gone for good.

Allen, however, frowned in disapproval. "Only $200,000?"

I was honest. "That's all I have."

"Do you think I'm a fool?" Allen's voice rose in anger. "Don’t think I don’t know who you married. I figured it out when that old guy from the Ferguson family in River City showed up with a hefty amount of money. $500,000 is just a drop in the bucket for you. Jane, I never realized you could be so cold-hearted!"

I felt a bitter taste in my throat, overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness. "I'm getting a divorce, Uncle. I'll soon have no ties with the Ferguson family."

Allen and Leroy were both shocked. "A divorce?!"

I nodded. "Yes."

Allen seemed surprised for a moment, then shrugged it off. "So you're getting a divorce. It doesn’t mean it’s final. He wants the divorce, right? Ah, men always get tempted by the world out there. Just turn a blind eye, and it’ll pass."

"We've already applied for a divorce. It pretty much feels like we're divorced already."

Allen was quick to respond, "But I heard that an application can be canceled, right?"

Frustrated, I replied, "Uncle, this is my personal matter."

"Alright, alright."

"Such a temper, even when sick!"

Allen huffed and dragged Leroy out with him.

Finally, some peace.

I helped her lay back down and sighed. "When did you get sick? What did the doctors say? Is it serious?"

"The doctors said it was caught early. There's a good chance of survival for ten years."

Aunt Cheryl held my hand, her gaze soft. "So, don’t worry about me. And as for the money, you don’t have to listen to him. I have enough for my treatment."

"Where did you get the money...?"

"You’ve been transferring me $10,000 every month, right? I only gave him $3000 and kept the rest without him knowing. Plus, I’ve saved up a bit on my own over the years. It should be enough."