Chapter 185

The day Timothy passed, he mentioned that Bryant would figure out the truth

sooner or later. They couldn’t keep it from him forever. It was better Bryant

knew now than later to save him from being deceived by that mother and

daughter.

But what caught me off guard was Gary on the other end of the phone,

sounding genuinely puzzled. “Mrs. Ferguson, where did you hear about that?”

My vision nearly blacked out, anticipating Bryant’s icy stare!

“Grandpa told me,” I said.

I even began to doubt myself, wondering if I got it all wrong. But no, I hadn’t.

I tried to remind him, “Gary, don’t you remember? It was in Timothy’s study,

he even had…”

“You must be mistaken.” Gary cut me off so abruptly!

I was stunned, disbelief evident in my voice, “How could I possibly get this

wrong?”

“Jane!” Margaret, somewhat nervous, suddenly scoffed, “You wouldn’t be

trying to bribe Gary into vouching for you, would you? Sadly, he was

Timothy’s most trusted man and would never stoop to your level! Give it up!”

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“Gary…” I couldn’t help but try to confirm with Gary again, but before I could,

Bryant snatched the phone from me, his expression dark as he stepped

outside to talk to Gary.

When he returned, the storm brewing in his eyes felt like it could engulf me.

His voice was cold, “Have you got anything else to say?”

“Bry…” Teresa’s face was all about patience and tolerance. “Ms. Webster

must be unhappy about your favoritism toward Margaret, fabricating these

stories to drive a wedge between you and us. It’s understandable. Don’t be

too upset…”

Looking at Teresa’s composed demeanor, I realized I had fallen into a trap. I

had messed up at the worst possible moment.

Clutching my hands, I only looked at Bryant. “Believe it or not, what I said was

true.”

“Enough!” Bryant’s shout cut through the tension, “Isn’t this enough drama for

you?”

He seemed more inclined to believe I was someone who made false

accusations rather than trust my words.

A bitter smile crossed my lips. “So, you don’t trust me at all. Is that it?”

“I feel so sick…” Suddenly, Teresa started gasping for breath and fainted the

next second.

Margaret’s performance was even more convincing, immediately bursting into

tears. “Bry, are you going to let Jane upset my mother to death?”

Bryant’s eyes were icy as he looked at me, his voice serious as he said, “Get

out!”

His gaze was sharp, stabbing right through my heart.

I froze, finally realizing he wasn’t yelling at someone else. He was yelling at

me.

Right. Compared to Teresa, who had been in a vegetative state for years

because of him, what was I?

I drove home, my mind in chaos, only to find a Bentley parked not far away. It

was Timothy’s favorite car.

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