Chapter 108


    “Where’s Margaret?” I dodged his approach, voice choked with emotion as I asked.


    Timothy had been with Margaret when it happened. Why wasn’t she here?


    No sooner had I asked than the sound of heels cking anxiously along the corridor reached us.


    Margaret hurried toward us, her face pale. “Bry, is Timothy okay? Sorry, I got held up trying to hail a


    cab near the Ferguson Mansion. It took forever.”


    I cut her off. “Why did Timothy suddenly faint?


    A flicker of panic crossed Margaret’s face before she replied, “I… I don’t know. He couldn’t breathe


    all of a sudden and passed out.”


    *Just like that? You didn’t say or do anything?” couldn’t believe it.


    Timothy had been in good health these past few years, always keeping up with his check-ups.


    Nothing happened when he was furious enough tosh out at Bryant. It just didn’t add up that he


    would suddenly fall ill.


    “What are you implying? Jane, are you suggesting I stressed Timothy into getting sick?” Margaret


    looked utterly bewildered and suddenly clutched her stomach, turning to Bryant in agony. “Bry, my


    stomach hurts so much….


    Bryant’s expression hardened, “Your stomach hurts?”


    Margaret replied weakly, “Yes!”


    Convinced, Bryant scooped her up and made for the door. “Doctor! She’s pregnant and in pain.”


    I couldn’t help but sneer, leaning against the wall and trying to steady my breathing. Knowing how


    much Bryant cared about Margaret was one thing, but witnessing it was


    another.


    Seeing how upset I was, Gary gently suggested, “Mrs. Ferguson, why don’t you take a seat? Mr.


    Timothy might not… be out for a while. Besides, whatever happens, Mr. Timothy would want you


    both to be okay.”


    “Okay.” Tears streamed down my face as I nodded, sinking into a nearby chair, feeling utterly


    drained. But I couldn’t help feeling more lost than ever, my gaze barely leaving the emergency room


    door. I had never felt so anxious before.


    When my parents passed, I was too young to understand, only remembering the blur of medical


    staff rushing around me. Afraid of being in the way, I’d huddle in a corner, just like now, staring at


    the emergency room door, naively believing they’de out and embrace me just like before. But


    they never did.


    At the moment, I understood all too well what this situation could mean. It could mean


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    losing someone who had just affectionately called me “my dear” an hour ago.


    As the evening sky darkened, the emergency room doors finally swung open again. I leaped to my


    feet, nearly stumbling as my legs had gone numb from sitting too long.


    “Careful.” Bryant, who had returned at some point, caught my arm, his voice gentle.


    I shrugged off his touch coldly as the doctor approached us, removing his mask with at somber


    expression. “Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson, Mr. Timothy’s old issue hase back and it’s not looking too


    good. Though we’ve managed to keep him stable for now, he needs to be in the ICU for observation


    for a few days. You should prepare yourselves.”


    Bryant’s eyes narrowed. “Is it that serious?”


    “Yes, and the call for the ambnce could’ve been made sooner,” the doctor sighed, “ording to


    the medics in the ambnce, Timothy’s condition was already critical on the way. Did you not


    realize he had fainted immediately?”


    Puzzled, Gary replied, “I rushed over as soon as I heard something was wrong and called right


    away.”