Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 163

Margaret's eyes gleamed with a triumphant smirk.

In an instant, I grasped her intent. Without panic, I slowly withdrew my hand, and under Bryant's astonished gaze, I calmly stated, "It is what it looks like."

After all, he had never taken my explanations to heart, especially when he had witnessed it himself. Any explanation from me would be futile. I used to worry about being perceived as cold-hearted, but I couldn't care less. There was nothing more devastating than a heart turned cold. His opinion of me didn't matter anymore.

Clutching her wound, tears streaming down her face, Margaret whimpered, "Bry, help me... It hurts so much. Jane went crazy and stabbed me..."

Margaret was still acting.

I sneered, "Why the tears? Isn’t this what you wanted? You should be happy."

She had provoked me, calculating Bryant's arrival to force my hand. Experience indeed came with age.

Margaret looked momentarily guilty and cried more pitifully, "What are you talking about? I just wanted to beg you not to let Bry send me abroad. If you disagree, that’s fine, but why did you do this..."

I looked at Bryant sarcastically. "Do you believe her?"

Perhaps I was too accustomed to disappointment, so I dared not hope for anything from him.

Bryant's brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on me, and he softly said, "I want to hear your side."

"It wasn’t me." Disgusted, I cleaned the blood off my hand with some wet wipes, staring at him. "Do you believe me?"

He seemed to relax a bit, but before he could respond, Margaret, in agony, threw herself into his arms, her voice weak, "Bry, it hurts so much..."