Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 167

When I posed the question, my heart hung in suspense. I had always suspected that Timothy's death had something to do with Margaret, but I never had proof.

Luckily, Gary's immediate response confirmed my fears. “Yes, the fingerprint area was small, but it belongs to her after comparison.”

“So, it was her.” Receiving the answer brought me no joy, only a deep sadness for Timothy. If only Timothy hadn’t met Margaret that day. Perhaps he’d still be alive, waving at me with a smile, calling me "my dear."

Gary was furious, too. “Even though Mr. Timothy never really accepted her, he never mistreated her. I can’t believe she’d go this far.”

“Indeed.” I was puzzled, “Gary, I can’t understand something. Timothy argued with Bryant that day but didn’t get sick from the stress. What on earth did Margaret say to make Timothy this upset?”

First, Margaret infuriated Timothy, preventing him from taking his lifesaving pills. And then, she tried to provoke and frame me the same way.

Gary was just as baffled. “I have no idea what it could be…”

“Do you think…” I hesitated, “Could she possibly be Albert and Teresa’s biological daughter?”

That was the only reason I could think about that would upset Timothy so much.

Timothy was already displeased with Albert’s insistence on marrying Teresa. If Timothy had found out about an affair, it wouldn’t be surprising if that pushed him over the edge.

Gary denied it. “Impossible. Mr. Timothy had that investigated before Teresa even joined the Ferguson family. They did a paternity test, and Margaret is not a Ferguson.”

He had to believe it. Even if he were skeptical, his investigation would find some leads. With that thought, I took a deep breath.

About my child, Bryant might find a reason to forgive Margaret. But what about Timothy?

‘Bryant, you won’t let Timothy down this time, right?’ I thought and quickly changed into another outfit before heading downstairs, braving the early winter chill that seemed too eager this year.

Even in the underground parking lot, the cold seeped through my coat.

My phone rang in the pocket of my overcoat. Too cold to reach for it, I answered directly through my wireless earbuds.