Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Spotting that Timothy understood, I stopped hesitating and nodded. “Right.”

Timothy gestured for Gary to fetch something. It was a yellowed medical record.

My heart clenched as I took it from his hands.

Bryant had visited the psychiatrists a lot when he was a kid.

I looked up, utterly incredulous. The golden boy had been a frequent visitor at the psychiatrist’s.

It took me a moment to gather my thoughts, my voice barely above a whisper, “How could

he…”

But then, thinking about it, it made sense. Born to a mother who passed away, a father caught up in a new romance, causing chaos at home, favoring his stepdaughter over him, led to mental health issues. It was all too common.

“All these years, I’ve wondered whether to tell him.” Timothy sighed, and his eyes were -sharp with age. “But one day, he’ll find out. We can’t hide it from him forever.”

My emotions were a whirlwind as I left the Ferguson Mansion. I had a sink feeling on the way back. I’m not usually superstitious, but my chest felt tight with anxiety. Just as I was about to enter the parking lot of my apartment complex, Bryant called!

My heart skipped a beat. “Hello?”

Bryant’s voice came through. “Grandpa passed out! The ambulance is on its way.”

“I, I’m coming right back…” Struck by lightning, my speech faltered, but Bryant’s calm and steady voice on the other end grounded me. “Jane, don’t panic. You don’t need to come back. Head straight to BlessedCare Medical Facility.

“Okay, okay, will do.” My mind was buzzing.

After hanging up, I handed my car keys to the security guard, asking him to park it for me, and flagged down a taxi. Having been through a similar situation, I dared not drive myself. I arrived at the hospital just as the ambulance, sirens wailing, zoomed past me.

‘Timothy, you’ll be fine.’ I thought.

Worried about the child, I couldn’t run, so I hurried after the ambulance. The ambulance stopped at the emergency entrance, and a swarm of doctors and nurses rushed to unload someone from the ambulance. It was Timothy. When I saw the eighty-year-old

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man moved to a stretcher, my vision blurred.

Bryant followed closely, easing a bit when he saw me. “Don’t worry. Grandpa has been in good health lately.”

Timothy was quickly taken into the ER, with medical staff bustling in and out. Finally, the doors of the ER shut completely. Every second became agony.

Leaning against the wall to keep from collapsing. I looked at Bryant, my voice weak. “He was fine when I left. What caused him to faint all of a sudden?”

Bryant’s expression was grave. “After you left, he called her in.”

“Who?” Confused and panicked, I blurted out without thinking.

Gary managed to remain composed. “It was Margaret.”

“Margaret?” I frowned. “Did she and Timothy have a fight or something?”

“No fight.” Gary shook his head. “I was outside the whole time and didn’t hear much noise until Timothy collapsed.”

“How could this happen…” Staring at the red light above the ER, I felt panicked and helpless, tears streaming down my face.

Timothy was the only person who made me feel the warmth of family. All I could hope for was that Timothy would come out of the ER safe and sound.

Bryant reached out to wipe my tears. “Don’t cry, I promise Grandpa will be okay.”

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