Chapter 107


    Spotting that Timothy understood, I stopped hesitating and nodded. “Right.”


    Timothy gestured for Gary to fetch something. It was a yellowed medical record.


    My heart clenched as I took it from his hands.


    Bryant had visited the psychiatrists a lot when he was a kid.


    I looked up, utterly incredulous. The golden boy had been a frequent visitor at the psychiatrist’s.


    It took me a moment to gather my thoughts, my voice barely above a whisper, “How could


    he…”


    But then, thinking about it, it made sense. Born to a mother who passed away, a father caught up in


    a new romance, causing chaos at home, favoring his stepdaughter over him, led to mental health


    issues. It was all toomon.


    “All these years, I’ve wondered whether to tell him.” Timothy sighed, and his eyes were -sharp with


    age. “But one day, he’ll find out. We can’t hide it from him forever.”


    My emotions were a whirlwind as I left the Ferguson Mansion. I had a sink feeling on the way back.


    I’m not usually superstitious, but my chest felt tight with anxiety. Just as I was about to enter the


    parking lot of my apartmentplex, Bryant called!


    My heart skipped a beat. “Hello?”


    Bryant’s voice came through. “Grandpa passed out! The ambnce is on its way.”


    “I, I’ming right back…” Struck by lightning, my speech faltered, but Bryant’s calm and steady


    voice on the other end grounded me. “Jane, don’t panic. You don’t need toe back. Head


    straight to BlessedCare Medical Facility.


    “Okay, okay, will do.” My mind was buzzing.


    After hanging up, I handed my car keys to the security guard, asking him to park it for me, and


    gged down a taxi. Having been through a simr situation, I dared not drive myself. I arrived at


    the hospital just as the ambnce, sirens wailing, zoomed past me.


    ‘Timothy, you’ll be fine.’ I thought.


    Worried about the child, I couldn’t run, so I hurried after the ambnce. The ambnce stopped at


    the emergency entrance, and a swarm of doctors and nurses rushed to unload someone from the


    ambnce. It was Timothy. When I saw the eighty-year-old


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    man moved to a stretcher, my vision blurred.


    Bryant followed closely, easing a bit when he saw me. “Don’t worry. Grandpa has been in good


    healthtely.”


    Timothy was quickly taken into the ER, with medical staff bustling in and out. Finally, the doors of


    the ER shutpletely. Every second became agony.


    Leaning against the wall to keep from copsing. I looked at Bryant, my voice weak. “He was fine


    when I left. What caused him to faint all of a sudden?”


    Bryant’s expression was grave. “After you left, he called her in.”


    “Who?” Confused and panicked, I blurted out without thinking.


    Gary managed to remainposed. “It was Margaret.”


    “Margaret?” I frowned. “Did she and Timothy have a fight or something?”


    “No fight.” Gary shook his head. “I was outside the whole time and didn’t hear much noise until


    Timothy copsed.”


    “How could this happen…” Staring at the red light above the ER, I felt panicked and helpless, tears


    streaming down my face.


    Timothy was the only person who made me feel the warmth of family. All I could hope for was that


    Timothy woulde out of the ER safe and sound.


    Bryant reached out to wipe my tears. “Don’t cry, I promise Grandpa will be okay.”