Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 184

Bryant's mom, grandpa, and his kid were all gone because of them.

"Jane! What kind of nonsense are you spouting?" Margaret stormed over, shoving me as she fiercely warned, "I could sue you for defamation, you know?"

Teresa, who seemed less hostile, looked over with confusion. "Ms. Webster, what do you mean by those two women?"

"What do I mean? You don't get it?" Under Bryant's icy glare, I spelled it out slowly for Teresa. "Years ago, in your quest to marry into the Ferguson family, you pushed Bryant's mother, who was pregnant for nine months, down the stairs. Have you forgotten?"

"Accusations require evidence!" Teresa's voice rose and fell dramatically, obviously furious at my allegations.

As Timothy said, Teresa thought destroying the surveillance footage meant leaving no trace.

Reminded by Teresa's words, Margaret also focused on the point. "Yeah, Jane, you can't just convict someone without proof."

"Evidence, you say," I called Kevin, asking him to bring over the document I had prepared for Bryant.

He was quick, arriving soon after with the documents, and I promptly pulled out the fingerprint analysis report, handing it to Bryant. "Take a look. It ties Margaret to your grandpa's death."

Margaret tensed up, about to snatch the report, but Teresa stopped her with a look.

The old were indeed wiser. If she didn't grab the report, she could deny stuff, but taking it would look like she's guilty.

As Bryant examined the report, his gaze sharpened horrifyingly at the sight of the fingerprint match. "Why are your fingerprints on Grandpa's medication?"

"My... my fingerprints..." Margaret looked confused, though tightly clenching her hands behind her.

Teresa softly suggested, "Margaret, think about it. Maybe you were trying to medicate Timothy right before he fainted?"

"That's right..." Margaret's eyes brightened as she seemingly remembered, turning to Bryant with guilt. "That day, Timothy had an attack, and I was in such a hurry to give him his medicine. I couldn't find it for the longest time, and when I did, he had passed out. That must be why my prints were on the pill."

I was appalled at her ability to fabricate stories. "When I visited you in the hospital that day, you told me you didn't know where Timothy's medicine was! Your story doesn't add up."

Only those with something to hide resorted to lies.

"When did I say that, Jane? What have I done to you? Now, to kick me out of the country, you're fabricating all sorts of lies!" Margaret looked helplessly at Bryant. "Bry, I didn't do it. You know me. I feel terrible even stepping on an ant. How could I possibly harm Timothy?"

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