Chapter 128


    I knew about his cold-hearted decisiveness, but never did I imagine he’d turn that same sharpness


    on me.


    The sourness surged right up to my nose. I turned away, fighting hard to swallow down the lump of


    injustice in my throat. Thinking of Aunt Cheryl’s condition, I swallowed my pride and started again,


    each word tasting of bitterness.


    “Mr. Ferguson, my aunt’s really sick, she needs a hospital room. Could you arrange that for us?”


    His face froze, his fingers trembling slightly, his voice hoars What did you call me?” I clenched my


    fist, “Mr. Ferguson, could you?”


    That title seemed to irritate him further. His jaw tightened, and he coldly spat out, “No.”


    “Jane…” Margaret took a sip of her water, wearing an innocent apologetic expression as she


    exined, “I’m sorry, dear. The BlessedCare Medical Facility only has three VIP rooms. My mom’s


    been in one all year, and now that I’m not feeling well, Bry insists I stay here for my confinement.


    Thest room’s been promised to a friending in tomorrow…Don’t be mad. If you’d asked just a


    bit sooner, it would’ve been yours. After all, you’re Mrs. Ferguson. These resources should go to


    you.”


    It was like a reminder.


    Jane, so what if you’re Mrs. Ferguson? You’ve got no say.


    Before I could respond, she gently tugged at Bryant’s sleeve, “Bry, maybe I should move out… It’s


    just confinement, I can manage theplications. Jane’s need is greater.”


    “You’re right.” I said coldly.


    In Bryant’s eyes, I was already the viin. Might as well own it, “My aunt has stomach cancer. It’s a


    matter of life and death, far more urgent than your situation.”


    She didn’t expect me to stand my ground, her eyes welling up as she got up to pack, sobbing, “I’ll


    move now!”


    “Jane!”


    Of course, Bryant felt for her, his face darkening, “Is this how you show your true colors.


    now?”


    I sniffed, “Oh, you’re finally seeing the real me?


    First time I’ve heard that post-miscarriage rest needed a hospital stay, with all the bells and whistles


    of medical care! To anyone else, it’d sound like a critical condition!


    Pushing Margaret for a room made me the aggressor in his eyes.


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    All three rooms, monopolized by Margaret, and he didn’t call her out for being selfish.


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    Bryant frowned at Margaret, “What’s your friend’s illness again? Let her stay in a regr room.”


    “Bry!”


    Margaret’s tears fell instantly, her voice indignant, “I already promised her. Doing this makes me


    look bad. People willugh at me, unable to secure even a single room!”


    I watched Bryant calmly, seeing him nce at me with a cold voice.


    “Wait a bit longer. Her friend will only stay a few days. After t! at, your aunt can move in.”


    “I can’t wait.” I refused.


    Faced with a choice between me and Margaret, he didn’t hesit te, as always.


    It wasn’t that Aunt Cheryl needed to move in immediately, but E yant’s unwavering support for


    Margaret and her rubbing it in my face made me unwilling to bend to their will.


    I was curious to see if, after Timothy’s passing, the Ferguson family’s resources would indeed


    revolve solely around Margaret.


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