Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 226

I wondered, ‘Kill herself? So, is that their family's talent passed down through generations?’

I wasn't sure what drove me, but I asked, "Do you need me to come with you?"

Maybe I wanted to see if it was true.

Or maybe I was worried. God forbid something happened, and Bryant had no one else he could trust.

Bryant looked at me, surprised. "Would you?"

"Let's go." I grabbed my bag, and we headed to the hospital.

When we arrived, Teresa was still in the emergency room, with Margaret and Albert waiting outside.

The scene felt almost comical to me. But, given the seriousness of the moment, laughing seemed inappropriate. So, I forced myself to think of all the sad things I'd ever experienced to suppress my amusement.

Bryant, Margaret, Albert, and Teresa were behind the ER doors. If you were to map out their relationships, it'd look more tangled than a spider's web.

Suddenly, Margaret stormed over and shoved me, "Jane, what's so funny? My mom's in there fighting for her life, and you're here to gawk?"

Yes, I tried not to laugh but failed to hold it. I was half a step behind Bryant, so he didn't see.

Immediately, he stepped before me, his demeanor icy, "Have you lost your mind? I asked Jane to come."

Frowning, I listened as Bryant's voice turned venomous, mocking, "This is Jane's fault? For not keeping a close eye on her father-in-law and stepsister's affair? My wife can't shoulder this blame."

"I..." Already intimidated by Bryant, Albert turned red with rage but couldn't muster a comeback.

There wasn't much he could say.

With a single sentence, Bryant had put them in their place. Yet, Margaret seemed oblivious to Bryant’s disdain, grabbing his sleeve, her tears pleading. "It was my fault, terribly so! But Bry, please. Albert and I were drinking that day, and someone must've spiked our drinks. That's the only reason..."

Bryant's frown deepened, and he shook her off, removing his jacket where she had touched him and tossing it into a biohazard bin.

"None of that matters now." Bryant’s gaze was icy as he demanded, "What I want to know is, what's this deal with Teresa being a homewrecker? Explain yourself, clearly and completely."