Chapter 102

Chapter 102

Gary was practically out of breath as he blurted out, “Mrs. Ferguson! You’ve got to come back quick. Mr. Timothy is raging mad, threatening to beat Mr. Bryant! You’re the only one who can calm Mr. Timothy down.”

“What happened?” I was on my feet before he even finished speaking, grabbing a coat on my way out the door.

It wasn’t Bryant I was worried about.

Timothy had more than one grandchild, but Bryant was his favorite, which was no doubt. Even if he laid hands on Bryant, he’d hold back. Bryant’s life wasn’t in danger.

But Timothy’s health was another story. He shouldn’t be getting worked up like that. Gary wouldn’t sound so panicked unless it were something urgent.

“You’ll see when you get here!” Gary insisted.

Despite my reservations, the sight that greeted me at the Ferguson Mansion left me speechless.

In the study, usually so composed and dignified, Bryant was kneeling on the floor, unable to stand straight from the pain, his forehead veins bulging, barely keeping himself from collapsing by holding onto the edge of the fine coffee table. And to my surprise, Margaret was there, too.

I was about to say something when Timothy, who had treated me kindly, glared at Gary. “You called Jane?”

“Yes.” Gary had to admit it.

“I see you’ve been taking liberties!” Timothy bellowed, “Everyone out!”

“Timothy…” I wanted to intervene, worried that he might get too upset.

Timothy waved me off. “Don’t worry. They won’t be the death of me. Wait outside.”

With that, I had no choice but to leave with Gary.

Behind me, I heard Timothy scoff, “You’re just like your mother, lacking in sense. Now get out!”

Margaret said softly, “Timothy, what’s the point of beating Bryant? Jane wanted the divorce. Plus, giving her a house was already generous. Bryant is your grandson, and Jane is just an outsider.”

“Shut your mouth!” Timothy shouted, glaring at Bryant. “Is this the kind of woman you want? Someone so low and petty, who doesn’t even have a shred of common decency?!.”

Enduring the pain, Bryant gritted his teeth. “Grandpa told you to leave. Didn’t you hear it?”

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“Yes.” Though irritated, Margaret dared not show her usual arrogance before Timothy.

She left soon after, passing by me and Gary without a trace of ange descending the stairs.

gracefully

Gary frowned, looking at me, and said in a softer tone, “Timothy wasn’t mad at you.”

“I know.” I lowered my gaze, asking, “Timothy knows about our divorce?”

“Yeah.” Gary nodded, “A few days after you and Mr. Bryant went to the town hall, Mr. Timothy got wind of it.”

Seeing my stunned expression, Gary sighed. “Mr. Timothy guessed you two might finalize things quickly and had made arrangements with the authorities.”

That was when it hit me. In my haste, I should’ve realized that with the Ferguson family’s influencé, Timothy could easily find out about anything if he wanted to.

Seeing my guilt, Gary added, “But Mr. Timothy’s not just furious about that.”

Hooked up, “Then what?”

“That woman downstairs.” Gary gestured with his chin, looking troubled. “Mr. Timothy asked Mr. Bryant to come home for a bit, and when Mr. Bryant stepped in, she followed, refusing to leave. She said that Mr. Bryant would marry her eventually.”

“Tell her she might as well give up on that idea! From beyond the door, Timothy’s voice roared with a fury likely meant for Margaret, “And you, too. Don’t even think about it! Want to follow your father’s footsteps, changing your mind like the wind? Well, you can wait for me to drop dead first. But as long as I’m breathing, there’s only one Mrs. Ferguson in this family, and that’s Jane!”