Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 186

I couldn't quite figure out if Bryant was despicable or just pitiful. "So, you're worried that the truth about his mother's death might set him off again?"

"Yeah." Gary nodded, "The psychiatrist suggested we take it slow and wait until Mr. Bryant's feeling a bit better."

"Okay." My response was flat, devoid of any emotion.

I'd rather not deal with the Ferguson family's drama anymore if it weren't for Timothy's dying wish. But then, getting home and thinking about Bryant's plight stirred a faint sense of pity in me. That quickly evaporated, however, the moment I remembered how he yelled at me in the hospital room. That scant pity vanished without a trace.

I suddenly found myself loathing my inability to be more decisive, hating that I couldn't plan things better.

While I was lying on the couch, zoning out in sheer boredom, Christine suddenly popped by.

I opened the door. "Why didn't you just use your fingerprint to come in?"

"Didn't want to walk in on something I shouldn't see." Christine sauntered in, her hips swaying, kicked off her heels, and slipped into her house slippers, glancing at me. "Why the long face?"

"Thought I was striking the snake at its head today." I tossed her a juice before sinking back into the couch, laughing at myself. "It turned out that I just startled the snake instead."

"You're quite the poet today." Christine unscrewed the bottle, moving closer with a smirk, "Too bad I'm lost. Can you spell it out for me?"

"Margaret's mother, Teresa, woke up today." I sighed, "I had the evidence that Teresa was behind Bryant's mother's death and was ready to have Margaret shipped off."

"But alas, no dice." I shared the whole story with Christine in brief.

"Great, the little bitch stays, and now, we've got an old one." Christine rolled her eyes and sipped her juice. "But Bryant not trusting you? Not surprised."