Chapter 151


    I fumbled in the dark to switch on the light, ncing toward the door, only to find it shut.


    Christine hadn’t closed it. That night, Christine had decided to stay at the hospital to keep me


    company. Fearing that her presence in the room might disturb my sleep and hinder


    my recovery, she resolved to sleep on the living room couch, but in case I needed her during the


    night, she left the door ajar.


    It was evident someone had been in my room. Was it Bryant? I didn’t know. But it didn’t matter


    anymore.


    Next morning, I woke up and felt a whole lot better.


    A nurse brought in a breakfast for two,plete with fresh fruit and chicken soup, quite a feast.


    Christine clicked her tongue. “Wow, your hospital sure knows how to treat its patients.”


    The nurse smiled. “We aim to speed up the patient’s recovery. Plus, the hospital director has


    designed Mrs. Ferguson’s meal n.”


    After checking my temperature, the nurse mentioned, “Mrs. Ferguson, you still have a fever. I’ll go


    and call Professor Franklin to check on you.”


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    Once the nurse left, Christine gave me a puzzled look. “Are you sure you two are getting divorced?”


    I nced at her. “What else?”


    “Can we still eat this breakfast?” Christine gestured toward thevish food, visibly tempted.


    Iughed helplessly. “Divorce doesn’t mean we waste food. Go ahead and eat!”


    That was typical of Bryant, always a mix of harshness and sweetness. But Lwas done ying his


    games.


    Right after we finished breakfast, Gary entered with several servants, carrying various nutritional


    supplements like vitamins, probiotics, fish oil, and minerals, quickly filling up half the table.


    With a hint of sorrow and constion, Gary said, “Mrs. Ferguson, I heard about the child… Please


    don’t be too upset. You and Bryant are still young. There will be more chances to have children.


    Please take these supplements for now. The Ferguson Mansion has plenty more, and once you get


    discharged, we’ll ensure you’re well-nourished.”


    “Gary,” I always respected Gary, having been close to Timothy, “this divorce is happening, and there


    will be no more children. You can take these back.”


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    Knowing better than to push further, Gary said, “This is from me, on behalf of Mr. Timothy, not Mr.


    Bryant. Mr. Timothy always said the Ferguson family owes you. Please ept these. Otherwise, Mr.


    Timothy would never rest easy.”


    “Okay.” Reluctantly, I agreed.


    Just bringing up Timothy got me all teary-eyed, I dabbed at them and added, “The pendants


    Timothy gave for the children are still in the safe in my room. I never took them out. Maybe you


    could retrieve them for me someday and return them to Bryant.”


    Gary set the initial codes of safes at the Ferguson Mansion, and though he had suggested I change


    the codes, our stay there was too brief, and I never got around to it. It made things easier.


    Seeing my firm stance, Gary agreed, then hesitated as if he wanted to say more, “Just….. take care


    of yourself.”


    Gary, is there something you want to tell me?” I couldn’t help but ask.


    and ivorce


    After a pause, Gary revealed, “You asked me to look into Mr. Timothy’s medicine, and there’s some


    progress. But it seems asplicated as you suspected. With your divorce from Mr. Bryant


    underway, I’m worried it’ll drag you back into trouble…”


    I asked, “You found something?”