Chapter 225

Chapter 225

Since Timothy passed away, it felt like Teresa was the sole source of warmth left in Bryant’s life when it was about family. But if what Margaret had said were true, it would change his view on the family affection. Decades of emotion would be all breaking apart

Growing up in a less–than–perfect family only to face this ordeal was like being dealt a devastating blow all over again.

1, for one, didn’t agree with the way Gary was handling things. For some things, it was better to rip the band–aid off quickly rather than slowly.

I fixed my gaze on Bryant. “Would you believe what I’m about to tell you?”

His voice was calm. “Yes.”

He must have thought it through before deciding to ask me, so his answer came without hesitation.

With that, I no longer held back, sipped my coffee, and spoke, “That day in the hospital room, what I said…”

“Bryant!” The office door burst open out of nowhere, accompanied by a crisp female voice, cutting me off mid–sentence.

The next moment, Dorothy walked in, wearing a limited edition Chanel outfit, her white high–heeled boots clicking against the floor. Her face bore a sweet and bright smile. I’ve brought the contract for you!”

She was the girl raised with money and affection, looking confident, bold, and a bit spoiled.

However, her smile froze when she saw an extra person in the office. That was me.

Looking at Bryant, she cooed, “Bryant, who is she?”

Bryant’s brow furrowed as he introduced me in a cold tone, “My wife.”

Dorothy’s eyes widened, her delicate finger pointing at me. “Isn’t your wife that woman from the trending searches? The less attractive one!”

Her gaze toward me was all wariness.

“That’s my stepmother’s daughter.” Bryant effortlessly dropped this line.

Dorothy looked stunned, took a moment to process, gritted her teeth, and cursed, “That Gregory knew I got the wrong person and didn’t correct me!”

“Contract,” Bryant said, extending his hand.

Dorothy remembered her purpose, handed him the contract, and sat beside him, “Bryant, I heard you’re getting a divorce. Is it because things aren’t going well between you two?”

Bryant stood up to avoid her, his attitude cold, “Anything else?”

Bryant tried to dismiss her, yet she was bold enough to say, “I want to marry you. Does that count as something?”

“Seems like the Myers family has their way of doing things. After commenting, Bryant quickly reviewed the contract and called Kevin in, “Take this to legal and show our guest out.”

Feeling slighted before me, Dorothy stood up, annoyed, “The more you do this, the more I want to marry you! I have to marry you!” With that, she stormed out, not forgetting to give me a fierce glare on her way.

It was clear how much the Myers family had spoiled her. Margaret at least knew to put on a facade in public, but Dorothy couldn’t even bother with that, openly expressing her desires and demands. That was the confidence born into a wealthy and influential family can give. Wrong or not, someone would always clean up after her, I couldn’t help but feel a bit envious.

When the office door closed again, Bryant brought us back to the topic, “Go on.”

I was about to speak when Bryant’s phone rang at the worst time.

He glanced at the caller ID, a look of disgust crossing his face, but he answered anyway, “What’s up?”

Whatever he heard on the other end made him stand up abruptly, “Got it. I’m on my way.

Teresa tried to kill herself.” After hanging up, he turned to me with a grave voice.