Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 139

Hearing this, Allen's face went through a rapid palette of emotions, ending up with a shade that screamed trouble. "Well, well... we're all family here, right?" he stammered, "No need to keep tabs like this."

Bryant, cool as a cucumber, laid on the charm thick, "Oh, but there is, Uncle. Gratitude is owed where gratitude is due. Don't be shy about asking for it. Setting aside the financial help she's given over the years, raising her must have cost a pretty penny, at least ten grand, right? So, I figure I owe you a hundred million."

"The thing is... the thing is..."

Allen's face was a live show of colors, finally settling on a deep red. "Seriously, after all these years, how could I possibly keep track of all this?"

"No trouble at all. Which bank are you with? I’ll make a call, and we’ll have it sorted in minutes," Bryant said, pretending to reach for his phone.

Allen, terrified, practically lunged at Bryant, pleading, "Mr. Ferguson, no need to check, really!"

He was petrified Bryant would uncover the truth about how he had almost maltreated me and cause him trouble. His guilt was written all over his face.

"What's wrong?"

Bryant furrowed his brows, feigning confusion, "I thought Jane was being ungrateful? Now that we want to repay you generously, you're turning us down?"

Allen was still thick-skinned enough to say, "Who needs a hundred million? If you really want to give something, a million and a half will cover it."

"Huh." Bryant let out a scoff, "Uncle, I've been around the block a few times in the business world, and I don't like unclear deals. You want money, fine, but bring me the receipts."

He straightened his tie with a deliberate slowness, "Or are you saying, you've just been ‘taking care of’ her without actually spending a dime?"

"How could that be...?"

Allen was on the verge of jumping out of his skin but was too afraid of Bryant to raise his voice, "If I hadn't spent money on her, how could she have grown up so well?"