Chapter 153: CHAPTER 153

Chapter 153

Gary hardened his faen, gave Margaret a quick look, and snorted in pure scom.

“Mr. Timothy’s only been gone a few days. And you have forgotten his last words? Mrs. Ferguson will only ever be Janel And you, 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 tuming to me respectfully, “Mrs. Ferguson, I’ll leave you to it. Better get inside before the riff–raff couses 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, lps 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 len

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

I pressed further, “What?”

Christine said in fear. “I quit”

“What?” I couldn’t believe it.

“With you gone, why should I stay there? To watch that bitch gloat every day?” Christine rolled her eyes.

Her situation was different from mine. I was free of any family or financial obligations and had no pressure. “I dragged you into this…”

“Shut up.” She popped a cherry into my mouth. “You think I quit without a plan? I’ve got something in mind.”

I was curious. “What?”

“It’s a secret” She winked mysteriously.

I chuckled. “You better have thought this through. No fooling me.

“Allen!” A distressed cry came from outside, “Stop! Give it back to me!”

It sounded like my aunt, Cheryl.

Panic struck, and I tried to get up, but Christ he held me back, pointing at the IV in my hand, “Stay put. Il check it out”

“Okay”

In a short while, Christine returned with my aunt, her face streaked with tears.

I handed Cheryl a tissue. “Aunt Cheryl, what happened? Why are you crying your eyes out?”

Her face sallow from illness, Cheryl was a pleture of misery and embarrassment.

Christine helplessly explained, “Allen took her bank card”

“The bank card?” I inquired.

Through tears, Cheryl said, “It’s the card where I kept the money for my treatment. I had just gone to the restroom, and when I came out,! saw him rummaging around. Before I could stop him, he found the card I had hidden away…