Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 175

It didn't surprise me at all, not a ripple in my heart.

Wherever Bryant was, she was like a dog spotting a hot dog stand, ready to do anything, which was hardly shocking.

Bryant's expression darkened slightly, his voice cold, "I'm not thirsty anymore."

"How can you not be thirsty? Wasn't Jane just about to get you a drink..." Margaret's pretty face was all scrunched up in confusion, but then she mumbled, "Well, it figures. She doesn’t know you like I do and can't even tell when you want something."

With that, she set the water glass aside.

I had been worried about Bryant getting hurt and was looking for a chance to ask him about Margaret. And the opportunity had presented itself on a silver platter.

I turned to Bryant, my lips curving slightly. "What have you decided about her?"

We had talked about it during the day, and by then, he should have come to a decision.

"Decided what?" Knowing perfectly well that "she" referred to her, Margaret asked with suspicion.

Bryant glanced at me, his gaze mild. "Aren't you being a bit too much of a fair-weather friend? I'm still a patient here."

"But she's not." I looked at Margaret mockingly.

Margaret had talked about fainting in the hospital earlier, yet she had walked all the way here without mentioning any pain. Her recovery was remarkable.

But I knew the cut she had received during the day wasn't deep. Being as cautious about her life as she was, she wouldn't risk a wound that could potentially be fatal.

Then, I added deliberately, "Bryant, you know this situation better than anyone. I won't let it go easily. If you don't do it my way, that's fine. I'll handle her myself!"