Chapter 54
When Love Breaks by jack
Chapter 54
So now I was in the wrong for not telling him?
I wanted to laugh, tried to curve my lips into a smile, but my cheeks hurt too much. âDid you even give me a chance to speak?â
Whenever itâs about Margaret, heâs always in a rush.
âJaneâ¦â
âAlright, your âsisterâ is waiting for you in the car.
I didnât want to say anything more, cutting him off and getting back into my car.
As I went to close the door, his large hand stopped it, âCover up the bruises on your face. Donât let Grandpa see, or heâll definitelyâ¦â
Each word felt like a knife twisting in my heart, tearing me apart, my soul included.
I couldnât bear to listen anymore. I slammed the car door shut, isolating him on the
outside.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I quickly turned away, not wanting him to see my misery.
I was the one who got hit, yet all he worried about was Margaret getting scolded.
Ignoring the fact he hadnât left, I floored the gas pedal and exited the parking lot.
Just as I stopped at a red light in front of the corporate building, Christine called.
I cleared my throat before answering.
âDid Margaret hit you?!â she almost shouted.
âOur companyâs good for one thing, spreading gossip like wildfire.â
âYouâre in the mood to joke?â
Christine was clearly upset, âSo, she really did hit you?â
âYeah, but itâs nothing serious.â
I didnât want her to worry.
But Christine has a fierce temper, and without anyone to stop her, thereâs no telling what che might do.
Christine didnât buy it, âDonât lie to me. I heard she hit you in the face! That bitch.â
âChristine, Iâm really okay. Please, donât be mad.â
âYou better be okay!â
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âI really am, truly.â
I reassured her repeatedly, then added, âIâm heading back to the Ferguson Mansion for a bit. Iâll come over to your place later so you can see for yourself Iâm alright, okay?â
âFine.â
She agreed, surprisingly hanging up before I did.
Feeling a bit uneasy, I sent Christine a text to double-check.
Seeing her quick reply made me feel slightly better.
Upon reaching the mansion, I touched up my makeup in the car, covering the five distinct finger marks on my face.
It wasnât about avoiding Bryantâs disapproval.
But Timothyâs health hadnât been great. He had a health scare at Ferguson Group not long ago, which was enough to frighten me. I didnât want him to worry.
As soon as I had gathered my things and stepped out of the car, the butler, Gary, came out to greet me, all smiles.
âMrs. Ferguson, you havenât come down in a while, and Mr. Ferguson was getting worried, asked me to check on you.â
I smiled lightly, âYouâre back from your hometown? Is everything settled there? If you any help, please, let us know.â
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Gary had been with the Ferguson family for years, serving alongside Timothy since his youth. The entire Ferguson household held him in high regard.
He had recently returned to his hometown to take care of his fatherâs funeral, who passed away at nearly a hundred years old.
As Gary and I chatted, he led me into the hall.
The whole Ferguson family, including Bryant and Margaret, were there, seemingly enjoying a pleasant gathering.
Margaret didnât dare misbehave in front of Timothy, sitting quietly in the corner, trying to appear well-behaved.
âJaneâs here!â
Seeing me enter, Timothyâs stern face broke into a warm smile, instructing the servants, âQuick, serve Jane the tea that just arrived; she loves it.â
Bryantâs aunt, seeing Timothy in a good mood, feigned annoyance, âTimothy, youâre playing favorites!â
âSo what if I am?â He boasted proudly, âWhy not? Sheâs my grandsonâs wife. Itâs a
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Connection across different generations. Youâll get it when you have grandkids!â
Everyone burst into laughter.
Except for Margaret, who sat gripping the folds of her dress, her eyes cold and unnerving.
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