When Love Breaks by jack novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

Gary hardened his face, gave Margaret a quick look, and snorted in pure scorn.

“Mr. Timothy’s only been gone a few days. And you have forgotten his last words? Mrs. Ferguson will only ever be Jane! And you, a disrespectful and ungrateful woman, think you can be part of the Ferguson family? Not a chance!”

Seizing the moment, Gary spat out in disgust before turning to me respectfully, “Mrs. Ferguson, I’ll leave you to it. Better get inside before the riff-raff causes trouble.”

With that, he strode off with the servants in tow, carrying a presence that reminded me of Timothy in his prime.

“What nonsense is this!” Stunned by Gary’s outburst, Margaret scoffed repeatedly, glaring at me. “Has the entire Ferguson family, from top to bottom, fallen under your spell or what?”

“Ever considered it might just be you they find unbearable?” I shot back, my tone dripping

with sarcasm.

Margaret gritted her teeth furiously just as Christine emerged, lips curled in a taunt, “Back for more, huh? Did you go home yesterday thinking my scolding was spot-on, wanting another dose?”

“Bitch! You’re nothing but a shrew!” Unable to outmatch Christine, Margaret bit back her anger, “And for the record, I’m not here for you.I came to see my mother!”

“Well, that’s still better than being a lowlife like you. Get lost!” Christine dismissed her with those final words, ignoring Margaret’s contorted face of rage and pulling me inside.

Looking at her, puffed up like a hen guarding her chick, I couldn’t help but chuckle, *Suddenly, I see you’re the only one who can put her in her place.”

Christine asked, “Do you know what this is called?”

I smiled. “What?”

“This is a case of a bully meeting a bigger bully!” Christine tossed her wavy brown hair over her shoulder, her petite face beaming with pride and defiance.

Soon after, Professor Franklin came over to check on me again, changed my dressing, and continued the IV.

Lying in bed, I glanced at Christine. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”

It was almost ten.

Touching her nose, Christine grinned. “Don’t be mad at me, but…”

I pressed further, “What?”