If that were the case, she was even more terrifying than I had imagined.
Teresa gave a weak smile, her lips still a bit too pale. "It's all thanks to Bry's devotion. Even though I've been bedridden for years, I've been well cared for. And it's precisely because of this, you see, that I felt completely at ease entrusting Margaret to him."
"Oh." I couldn't help but twitch the corner of my mouth, pretending not to catch the hidden meaning in her words. "That's nice."
She had played the other woman herself and then set up her daughter to play the same role. Sadly, her daughter got a taste for it and didn't even spare her marriage. With that, I planned to head back to my room.
"Ms. Webster." But Teresa stopped me. "We came because Margaret received some rather peculiar photos, and you're involved, too. It wouldn't be right to show them to Bry without you, so please join us."
I frowned, sensing it wasn't going to be good news.
With one hand casually in his pocket, Bryant spoke calmly, "Let's go downstairs. Jane must be starving."
Once downstairs, Margaret couldn't wait to speak, but Bryant gave her a chilling glance. "I already mentioned Jane's skipped breakfast. What's the matter so urgent it can't delay a bit?"
With that, he patted my shoulder, signaling me to go and have breakfast.
Margaret pouted, frustrated. "You're still defending her! Wait till you see the photos, and you'll know I was only looking out for you!"
"Enough, Margaret." Experience always has the upper hand. Teresa didn't rush. "Let Ms. Webster have her breakfast first. Bry, you haven't eaten, either. Go on now."
Indeed, my stomach was growling, so I made my way to the dining room.
Gary instructed the staff to serve breakfast. Despite the Ferguson family's wealth, Timothy always frowned upon wastefulness, a tradition maintained at the Ferguson Mansion. Thus, breakfast was for two, including vegetable salad, pancakes, bread, milk, and oatmeal, accompanied by seasonal fruits.
"Do you like it?" Seeing me enjoy the meal, Bryant, sitting nearby, paused and asked with a smile.
I instinctively turned to look at him, glimpsing indulgence in his eyes, and quickly looked away, "Yeah, the chefs here at the Ferguson Mansion are quite skilled."
Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson)
ï¤Chapter 195 His Charming Wife ï¤Chapter 10 Dominant Boss: Call Me Hubby, My Dear ï¤Chapter 250 Finn Shows up Amidst Many Obstructions "Glad you like it." He smiled faintly, his voice soft, "I can have them cook for you every day."
My heart tightened, and I gripped my fork a little harder, maintaining a calm demeanor, "What future is there to speak of? We're getting divorced next month."
"Yeah." He also paused, his emotions unreadable, before responding with a word.
Then, we ate our breakfast in utter silence.
After finishing the last piece of fruit on my plate, I put down my fork and reached for a napkin. "Let's go. Those two women are probably eager to sling some mud my way."
Bryant had finished his meal long before me, waiting patiently, albeit reluctantly, "You shouldn't always think the worst of them."
"Bryant, let's make a bet." I smiled, tilting my head to catch the light. "Let's see if they're going to slander me or not."
He cast his gaze downward, and our closeness allowed me to see my reflection mirrored in his eyes. "And the stakes?" he asked.
"Hmm..." I pondered and said leisurely, "If I'm right, you pull some strings, and we go get our divorce papers tomorrow."
For him, it was merely a phone call away.
His chiseled features froze slightly, his face visibly falling. "Do you want to leave me that badly?"
"Yes!" I looked into his flawlessly handsome face, one I had secretly sketched countless times, and nodded earnestly.