Chapter 96


    From a short distance away, a voice I recognized all too well drifted over to me,


    My father-inw, Albert, appeared with his rainbow-colored sunsses and a Hawaiian shirt,


    looking like he’d just returned from another one of his escapades on some tropical


    ind.


    Albert was a ssic yboy who never grew out of his wild, youthful ways. And at the time, he was


    just an older version of that carefree spirit.


    Upon seeing him, Margaret burst into tears. “Oh, Albert, I’m so d you’re back. It’s been so hard


    for me these days.”


    “Did Bryant mistreat you?” Albert slid his sunsses up to rest on his head, fixing his gaze on


    Bryant. “I’ve told you a hundred times that you must take good care of Margaret. I leave for just two


    days, and she ends up in the hospital?”


    I couldn’t help but feel a storm of annoyance brewing inside me, looking for a chance to escape the


    drama.


    too.


    But then, Albert suddenly noticed me and shed a satisfied grin. “Jane? You’re here, I greeted him


    out of politeness, even though I didn’t see him as much of a father figure to Bryant.


    Albert nodded. “That’s how it should be. You should take better care of Margaret.”


    I could stand up to Margaret, but standing up to him was another story-he was, after all, my elder.


    All I could say was, “I have to go now,”


    Hearing that, Bryant practically shoved Margaret into Albert’s arms, his voice cold. “Since you’re


    back, she’s your responsibility now.”


    With that, Bryant made to leave with me.


    “Bry!” Margaret called out in anger and frustration, but Bryant ignored her, following me to the


    elevator.


    Considering the baby, I walked more slowly than usual, and he matched my pace patiently.


    It wasn’t until we reached the elevator that I turned to face him. “Are you free this afternoon?”


    Perhaps a clean break was what we both needed.


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    He might have thought I was asking him out, his eyes briefly lighting up. “Yes, where do you want to


    go?”


    “We need to visit the town hall.” I invited him out to finalize our divorce proceedings.


    With a month-long cooling-off period, when it was over, Timothy’s eightieth birthday celebration


    would have long passed. By then, we could cleanly get our divorce papers. and finish it.


    Bryant’s expression stiffened, the light in his eyes dimming as he changed the subject. “You just had


    a check-up the other day. Why are you back at the hospital? Dean Burton said your test results


    were all normal. Are you feeling unwell?”


    Yes. I went to pick up my medical report the other day, which was handed to me personally b


    Dean Burton’s assistant. Except for the ultrasound, all the reports had gone through their hands.


    I sighed. “”Bry, sometimes I don’t get you. On the one hand, you hook up with Margaret. On the


    other, you act like you care about me. But I don’t want to understand anymore.”


    My voice softened as I kept my gaze fixed on him. “I just want a divorce. The faster, the better.”


    I was tired of dealing with the gossip and rumors at Ferguson Group. Once I get the divorce done, I


    could use working from home as an excuse to focus on my pregnancy in


    peace.


    Whatever happened between him and Margaret was no longer my concern.


    “Mrs. Ferguson?” A familiar figure approached us from a distance. It was the doctor who had


    conducted my ultrasound that day.


    I felt a sudden tension, unsure of how to act, especially with Bryant at my side. The doctor looked


    relieved to see us together. “It seems you’ve told Mr. Ferguson. That’s good. There’s no problem


    unsolved between husband and wife.”


    “Told me what?” Bryant’s eyebrows furrowed, his gaze sharpening as he looked at me. The


    atmosphere suddenly charged with tension. “What did you tell me?”