Chapter 183

Bryant gave me a dark look, hoping I’d step back from the edge.

I couldn’t help but smile, taking the lead with firm resolve. “She’s telling the

truth. She’ll be gone by tomorrow night at the latest.”

“I won’t listen to you…” Teresa ignored my words, her eyes locked on Bryant,

looking like she could barely handle the truth. “Bry, tell me. Is it true?”

Perhaps my gaze was too intense, but despite his discomfort, Bryant’s voice

was calm and steady as he spoke. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Mom, did you hear that?” Margaret was on the verge of tears. “Bry promised

you he’d look out for me, but now, he’s turning his back on us to side with an

outsider.”

Bryant’s expression turned cold. “Jane is my wife, not an outsider!”

“You’re divorced!” Margaret’s face was streaked with tears, her words

emphatic, as if she was the one who had been wronged.

Bryant frowned, displeased. “Until the divorce papers are signed, Jane

remains my wife.”

I was surprised that Bryant emphasized our relationship with Margaret like

that.

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“Enough,” Teresa interrupted their argument, her sickly face showing a hint of

pleading. “Bry, whatever your and Ms. Webster’s relationship is, Margaret is

still your family, right? She’s been doted on by our family since she was

young. Sending her abroad alone is like sending her to her doom.”

“I only have one daughter. If something happens to her, how am I supposed

to live…”

Teresa was close to tears.

I was frustrated, only to hear Bryant hesitantly relent. “I’ll discuss it again with

Jane.”

“Discuss what?” I stared at him, unwilling to compromise again! I didn’t want

to give in this time.

I spoke stubbornly, “Bryant, you just promised me this yesterday.”

Does he just change his mind like that? He’s always breaking his promises.

Bryant pinched his nose, trying to pull me aside, but I shook off his hand,

refusing to back down. “If you have something to say, say it here.”

“Do you have to make things so hard?” Bryant’s face got all serious.

I didn’t buy his words, scoffing, “For instance? You wouldn’t send her to

prison, would you?”

Teresa looked at me. “Prison? What has Margaret done that you want to send

her to prison?”

She sounded as if I was completely unreasonable.

“She killed my child!” I declared coldly, a bitter smile on my lips. “But to you,

that probably doesn’t seem like a big deal, right?”

After all, the one Teresa killed was Bryant’s mother, a living, breathing

pregnant woman.

Teresa helplessly spoke, “Ms. Webster, is there a misunderstanding between

us? Why are you so hostile toward me?”

“Exactly! Jane, my mom just woke up, don’t upset her! And about killing your

child, I’ve said it before. I didn’t do it on purpose. I didn’t know you were

pregnant. Why won’t you believe me?” Margaret was evasive.

I had no interest in arguing with Margaret, just fixing my gaze on Bryant.

“Have you decided? Are you going to send her abroad or not…”

Before I could finish, Teresa suddenly clutched her chest, her breathing

becoming rapid, looking like she might faint at any moment.

“We won’t send Margaret abroad!” Bryant panicked, dropping the sentence

before rushing out to call a doctor.

The intent in his tone was evident. And it was directed at me