Chapter 110


    “No need…” Margaret tugged at Bryant’s sleeve. “I


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    st want you to stay with me for a little while, okay? If not, you might as well let me die in pain!”


    “Well, guess you’ll have to die in pain then.” Despite his words, Bryant pulled a long face and got


    her a ss of water, his tone chilly. “Drink more water.”


    Margaret snorted. “Water doesn’t cure anything.”


    I stumbled, nearly falling over, and when I looked up, it was their natural interaction unfolding before


    me, one pretending, the other willing to believe.


    After Timothy was rushed to the ICU, considering his health, the doctors advised against visiting


    him.


    I could only stand at the door, watching through the ss. The usually kind and gentle Timothy had


    to breathe through an oxygen mask then, making me unbearably upset.


    Suddenly, I noticed Timothy’s fingers seemed to move.


    excitedly turned to Gary. “Gary, did Timothy just move?”


    “Yes, yes! You’re right. He’s still moving.” Gary was just as hyped up.


    We hadn’t expected Timothy to wake up so soon, and the surprise and joy rushed me t find a


    doctor. Halfway there, the rm of the heart monitor screeched. “ICU Room 1, prepare for


    resuscitation!”


    There was no need for me to call out. The chief of medicine was personally on duty tonight. Hearing


    the noise, the chief immediately led the doctors and nurses running toward the ICU, their faces grim


    as they entered.


    I stood frozen in the hallway, and my mind went nk. I couldn’t help but think, ‘What’s happening?


    Timothy moved, didn’t he? In TV dramas, if the patient moves, isn’t it a sign of improvement, a sign


    they will wake up?”


    In an instant, the world spun around me. I steadied myself on a nearby chair, barely managing to


    stay upright.


    Doctors and nurses rushed to fetch medication and perform resuscitation.


    It seemed even the emergency room was too far away. Though the hospital was heated, I felt


    chilled to the bone.


    Soon enough, the chief of medicine came out in less than five minutes or perhaps three. Before the


    chief could speak, I asked, full of hope, “Timothy’s okay now, right? He must be, right?”


    “I’m sorry, Mrs. Ferguson. We did everything we could.” He spoke with regret, “Timothy is now


    awake. He’s asked for you.”


    Tears cascaded down my cheeks. I couldn’t wait another second, wiping my eyes as I ran


    I


    into the ICU room,


    Seeing Timothy lying on the bed, looking at me as kindly as he did during the day, I forced a smile,


    holding Timothy’s hand. “Timothy, you’re awake.”


    “Hmm.” Timothy’s voice was incredibly weak, barely audible. “Jane, joining the Ferguson. family


    must have been hard on you.”


    “Not at all, not in the slightest.” I shook my head vigorously, tears uncontroble. “Marrying into the


    Ferguson family, having you as my family, is my blessing. I had no parents, but you gave me loving


    elders.”


    “Silly girl, why cry? Everyone will go through birth, aging, sickness, and death.” Timothy tried to pat


    my hand butcked the strength, ncing behind me. “Where’s Bryant?”


    “He…” I immediately reached for my phone, intending to call Bryant.


    Timothy said, “Never mind. It’s toote. There are some things that are better off being shared only


    with you.”


    “Please tell me,” I urged, stopping and listening intently to Timothy’s words, afraid to miss


    one.