Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 128

I knew about his cold-hearted decisiveness, but never did I imagine he'd turn that same sharpness on me.

The sourness surged right up to my nose. I turned away, fighting hard to swallow down the lump of injustice in my throat. Thinking of Aunt Cheryl's condition, I swallowed my pride and started again, each word tasting of bitterness.

"Mr. Ferguson, my aunt's really sick, she needs a hospital room. Could you arrange that for us?"

His face froze, his fingers trembling slightly, his voice hoarse, "What did you call me?"

I clenched my fist, "Mr. Ferguson, could you?"

That title seemed to irritate him further. His jaw tightened, and he coldly spat out, "No."

"Jane..." Margaret took a sip of her water, wearing an innocent, apologetic expression as she explained, "I'm sorry, dear. The BlessedCare Medical Facility only has three VIP rooms. My mom's been in one all year, and now that I’m not feeling well, Bry insists I stay here for my confinement. The last room's been promised to a friend coming in tomorrow...Don't be mad. If you'd asked just a bit sooner, it would've been yours. After all, you're Mrs. Ferguson. These resources should go to you."

It was like a reminder.

Jane, so what if you're Mrs. Ferguson? You've got no say.

Before I could respond, she gently tugged at Bryant's sleeve, "Bry, maybe I should move out... It's just confinement, I can manage the complications. Jane's need is greater."

"You're right." I said coldly.

In Bryant's eyes, I was already the villain. Might as well own it, "My aunt has stomach cancer. It's a matter of life and death, far more urgent than your situation."

She didn't expect me to stand my ground, her eyes welling up as she got up to pack, sobbing, "I'll move now!"

"Jane!"