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.
"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. "Iâll 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 didnât 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.
Bitterness churned within me, forcing a smile as I turned to leave, only to hear Teresa speak. "Ms. Webster, since youâve filed the divorce with Bryant, donât waste each other's time. Once the cooling-off period is over, finalize it."
I turned back, stunned by her calm facade, and couldn't help but mock. "Even after all these years in a coma, your acting hasn't gone rusty."
Not only did Bryant believe it, but I did, too.
"Did you hear what I just said?" Teresa narrowed her eyes, pressing forward.
I refused to give her the satisfaction, a smirk on my lips. "Are you trying to force a divorce, Teresa? I'm not one to play nice for the sake of appearances. Push me too far, and I might not divorce, making your daughter the eternal homewrecker!"
Teresa glared at me furiously. "No surprise Margaret called you tough to deal with! You've got no shame!"
"Who lacks shame is for us to know," I grinned. "I never thought being the other woman could be a hereditary trait."
Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)
ï¤Chapter 182 His Charming Wife ï¤Chapter 10 Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear ï¤Chapter 250 Finn Shows up Amidst Many Obstructions "You!" Teresa's jaw clenched so tight that she might've cracked a tooth, and then, a second later, she clutched at her chest again.
I frowned, turning back to see Bryant leading several doctors in.
Indeed, she was a drama queen.
The doctors crowded around the bed, checking on Teresa.
I watched Bryant coldly. "Were you serious about what you just said?"
Bryant massaged his temples, exasperated. "Jane, I'll explain everything to you."
"Explain what?" I laughed.
How could I expect Bryant to make things right for me if he couldn't even send Margaret away? And my child would fade away into nothing while the one responsible lived a life of glory, possibly even marrying his father. The thought was ridiculously bitter.
Bryant helplessly conceded, "Anything but sending her away or jail, I'm open to."
"And what if I said," I took a deep breath, looking at him with utter disappointment, "that Margaretâs actions also led to Timothy's death? She killed our child and then Timothy!"
I was nearly screaming, my emotions spiraling out of control. "Those two women killed your family!"