Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 227

Margaret's fists clenched quietly in her lap, her face a mask of regret as she stumbled over her words, "I... I just felt so humiliated being scolded before everyone that I lost my temper and said those awful things about Mom. I was wrong, Bry..."

Her acting skills were top-notch. I might have believed her sob story if I hadn't known the truth from Timothy.

Bryant's gaze shifted to Albert, his eyes narrowing, "What do you say?"

"What should I say?" Albert stood his ground. "If Teresa was the other woman, why would we have waited five years after your mom passed away to get married?"

No sooner had Albert finished speaking than the emergency room doors swung open.

Bryant remained skeptical and turned to the doctor. "Is it serious?"

"Mr. Ferguson," The doctor emerged, removing his mask, his expression grave, "She lost much blood, but luckily, she was brought in just in time. Any later, and it might have been too late."

Visibly, Bryant's tense posture relaxed slightly.

I scowled, wondering if it was really worth risking her life for this whole drama. If it weren't for BlessedCare Medical Facility, I'd suspect they had bribed the doctor.

After Teresa was moved to a room, it wasn't long before she woke up. Seeing Bryant at the foot of her bed, tears immediately welled in her eyes, worthy of an Oscar-winning performance.

"Bry, I didn't, I didn't! All these years since I married into the Ferguson family, I've devoted myself to you as if you were my own. If I were what people say, a homewrecker, how come I haven't had a child with your dad?"

Just as I finished prepping, I heard a strange noise from the front door.

Unable to make it out clearly, I washed my hands and checked through the peephole, only to find it obscured. When opening the door, I gasped in shock.

The door and the ground were covered in blood, the metallic scent hanging in the air.

Feeling nauseous and covered in goosebumps, I was about to shut the door and call the police when a slender finger pressed against it, stopping me with a tone that was arrogant and challenging.

"Ah, what's the hurry? It's just some chicken blood. Scared already?"