Chapter 226
When Love Breaks by jack
Chapter 226
I wondered, âKill herself? So, is that their familyâs talent passed down through generations?â
I wasnât sure what drove me, but I asked, âDo you need me to come with you?â
Maybe I wanted to see if it was true.
Or maybe I was worried. God forbid something happened, and Bryant had no one else he could trust.
Bryant looked at me, surprised. âWould you?â
âLetâs go.â I grabbed my bag, and we headed to the hospital.
When we arrived, Teresa was still in the emergency room, with Margaret and Albert waiting outside.
The scene felt almost comical to me. But, given the seriousness of the moment, laughing seemed inappropriate. So, I forced myself to think of all the sad things Iâd ever experienced to suppress my amusement.
Bryant, Margaret, Albert, and Teresa were behind the ER doors. If you were to map out their relationships, itâd look more tangled than at spiderâs web.
Suddenly, Margaret stormed over and shoved me, âJane, whatâs so funny? My momâs in there fighting for her life, and youâre here to gawk?â
Yes, I tried not to laugh but failed to hold it. I was half a step behind Bryant, so he didnât see.
Immediately, he stepped before me, his demeanor icy, âHave you lost your mind? I asked Jane to come.â
âBry⦠Margaret and Albertâs scandal had come to light, and she couldnât lash out at Bryant like she used to.
Tears were running down her face as she cried out, âWhyâd you bring her? If Jane hadnât driven my mom to this point, my mom wouldnât have even tried to do this!â
âWhat are you blaming me for?â I stepped forward, âThis mess is all on you. You were yelling at your mom at the town hall, not me. How is this my fault?â
âYou!â Margaret was at a loss for words, especially with Bryant there. She could only glare at me resentfully.
Ever the protective partner, Albert accused, âJane, you used to be so kind and gentle when Timothy was around. Why are you stirring up trouble, turning this house upside down?â
Albert was always passing the buck.
After the scandal broke online, they faced backlash for days but somehow concluded it was all my fault. I didnât see how.
Frowning, I listened as Bryantâs voice turned venomous, mocking. âThis is Janeâs fault? For not keeping a close eye on her fatherâinâlaw and stepsisterâs affair? My wife canât shoulder this blame.â
âIâ¦â Already intimidated by Bryant, Albert tumed red with rage but couldnât muster a comeback.
There wasnât much he could say.
With a single sentence, Bryant had put them in their place. Yet, Margaret seemed oblivious to Bryantâs disdain, grabbing his sleeve, her tears pleading. âIt was my fault, terribly so! But Bry, please. Albert and I were drinking that day, and someone mustâve spiked our drinks. Thatâs the only reasonâ¦
Bryantâs frown deepened, and he shook her off, removing his jacket where she had touched him and tossing it into a biohazard bin.
âNone of that matters now.â Bryantâs gaze was icy as he demanded, âWhat I want to know is, whatâs this deal with Teresa being a homewrecker? Explain yourself, clearly and completely.â