Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 183

Bryant gave me a dark look, hoping I'd step back from the edge.

I couldn't help but smile, taking the lead with firm resolve. "She's telling the truth. She'll be gone by tomorrow night at the latest."

"I won't listen to you..." Teresa ignored my words, her eyes locked on Bryant, looking like she could barely handle the truth. "Bry, tell me. Is it true?"

Perhaps my gaze was too intense, but despite his discomfort, Bryant's voice was calm and steady as he spoke. "Yes, it's true."

"Mom, did you hear that?" Margaret was on the verge of tears. "Bry promised you he'd look out for me, but now, he's turning his back on us to side with an outsider."

Bryant's expression turned cold. "Jane is my wife, not an outsider!"

"You're divorced!" Margaret's face was streaked with tears, her words emphatic, as if she was the one who had been wronged.

Bryant frowned, displeased. "Until the divorce papers are signed, Jane remains my wife."

I was surprised that Bryant emphasized our relationship with Margaret like that.

"Enough," Teresa interrupted their argument, her sickly face showing a hint of pleading. "Bry, whatever your and Ms. Webster's relationship is, Margaret is still your family, right? She's been doted on by our family since she was young. Sending her abroad alone is like sending her to her doom."

"I only have one daughter. If something happens to her, how am I supposed to live..."

Teresa was close to tears.

I was frustrated, only to hear Bryant hesitantly relent. "I’ll discuss it again with Jane."

"Discuss what?" I stared at him, unwilling to compromise again! I didn't want to give in this time.

I spoke stubbornly, "Bryant, you just promised me this yesterday."

Does he just change his mind like that? He's always breaking his promises.

Bryant pinched his nose, trying to pull me aside, but I shook off his hand, refusing to back down. "If you have something to say, say it here."

"Do you have to make things so hard?" Bryant's face got all serious.

I didn't buy his words, scoffing, "For instance? You wouldn't send her to prison, would you?"

Teresa looked at me. "Prison? What has Margaret done that you want to send her to prison?"

She sounded as if I was completely unreasonable.

"She killed my child!" I declared coldly, a bitter smile on my lips. "But to you, that probably doesn't seem like a big deal, right?"

After all, the one Teresa killed was Bryant's mother, a living, breathing pregnant woman.