Chapter 126


    As I thought about her marriage life, it was clear she didn’t have it easy, which made me feel quite


    mncholic. “Auntie…”


    She gently patted my head, herforting touch familiar. “Oh, sweetie, talk to me. Why are you


    getting a divorce?”


    1…”


    Aunt Cheryl and my dad actually looked quite alike around their eyes and brows. Every time I


    looked at her, I felt this warm sense of familiarity.


    Her question broke the dam holding back my tears, and I found myself sobbing uncontrobly in her


    embrace. “I… I lost my baby, Auntie. He was already forming hands and feet… but I couldn’t protect


    him. I failed him!”


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    She soothingly rubbed my back,forting me with her gentle pats. “Oh, honey, life and children,


    it’s all about timing and fate. It’s not your fault. It was just not meant to be this


    time.”


    “I was so… so looking forward to his arrival.”


    I yearned for a true family member of my own,


    Laying in her arms, I cried for what felt like an eternity until my sobs finally began to subside. She


    wiped away my tears, “If you’ve thought it through and want a divorce, then do it. I support you.”


    “Okay…”


    After a long heart-to-heart with Aunt Cheryl, I wouldn’t let her say no to the $200,000 before finally


    getting up to leave.


    She assured me that her money should be enough, but I suspected she was just trying not to worry


    me. If it hadn’t been for her taking me in back then, I would have been left to fend for myself against


    the cold, hunger, and debt collectors.


    Some debts of gratitude are just impossible to repay.


    Exiting the room, I found Allen, who had been lounging on a hallway chair, suddenly perk


    1.


    “And, you know, BlessedCare Medical


    JUS


    Facility has rooms, right? Auntie’s illness isn’t going to improve overnight, and I heard those hospital


    beds are prettyfy. It’d give me a chance to rest properly. Can you sort one out for us?”


    I was momentarily speechless. Not wanting him to stir up another argument with Aunt Cheryl, I


    reluctantly agreed, “Alright.”


    After all, Bryant and I weren’t divorced yet, and hadn’t really used my Mrs. Ferguson


    title


    for much. Requesting a hospital room before the divorce didn’t seem too unreasonable.


    However, as soon as I reached the inpatient floor, the sound ofmotion hit my ears.


    “Stop! Ah! Why aren’t you guys stopping them!”


    It was Margaret’s voice.


    Bryant sure did treasure her. After her miscarriagest night, she was immediately. transferred to


    BlessedCare Medical Facility, and now, a private room.


    The entrance was crowded with nurses. I intended to ignore it, but a nce inside the room as I


    passed left me stunned.


    Bryant and Mark were in the midst of a heated brawl!


    It was a full-on fight, punchesnding with thuds, a far cry from their days of close friendship.


    What shocked me more was Mark’s transformation. Known for his gentle demeanor, he now exuded


    a chilling aura as he pinned Bryant to the ground, his voice cold as ice, “Bryant, how could you treat


    her this way? What kind of man does that make you?”


    His voice, usually so soft, now carried a bone-chilling coldness.


    Both men were visibly injured, but Bryant, wiping blood from his lip with a thumb, responded with a


    taunting smile, “Doesn’t matter what kind of man I am, she’s still my wife. Can you offer her


    everything that I can?”