Chapter 153


    Gary hardened his face, gave Margaret a quick look, and snorted in pure scorn.


    “Mr. Timothy’s only been gone a few days. And you have forgotten hisst words? Mrs. Ferguson


    will only ever be Jane! And you, a disrespectful and ungrateful woman, think you can be part of the


    Ferguson family? Not a chance!”


    Seizing the moment, Gary spat out in disgust before turning to me respectfully, “Mrs. Ferguson, I’ll


    leave you to it. Better get inside before the riff-raff causes trouble.”


    With that, he strode off with the servants in tow, carrying a presence that reminded me of Timothy in


    his prime.


    “What nonsense is this!” Stunned by Gary’s outburst, Margaret scoffed repeatedly, ring at me.


    “Has the entire Ferguson family, from top to bottom, fallen under your spell or what?”


    “Ever considered it might just be you they find unbearable?” I shot back, my tone dripping


    with sarcasm.


    Margaret gritted her teeth furiously just as Christine emerged, lips curled in a taunt, “Back for more,


    huh? Did you go home yesterday thinking my scolding was spot-on, wanting another dose?”


    “Bitch! You’re nothing but a shrew!” Unable to outmatch Christine, Margaret bit back her anger, “And


    for the record, I’m not here for you.I came to see my mother!”


    “Well, that’s still better than being a lowlife like you. Get lost!” Christine dismissed her with those


    final words, ignoring Margaret’s contorted face of rage and pulling me inside.


    Looking at her, puffed up like a hen guarding her chick, I couldn’t help but chuckle, *Suddenly, I see


    you’re the only one who can put her in her ce.”


    Christine asked, “Do you know what this is called?”


    I smiled. “What?”


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    “This is a case of a bully meeting a bigger bully!” Christine tossed her wavy brown hair over her


    shoulder, her petite face beaming with pride and defiance.


    Soon after, Professor Franklin came over to check on me again, changed my dressing, and


    continued the IV.


    Lying in bed, I nced at Christine. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work?”


    It was almost ten.


    Touching her nose, Christine grinned. “Don’t be mad at me, but…”


    I pressed further, “What?”


    Christine said in fear. “I quit.”


    “What?” I couldn’t believe it.


    “With you gone, why should I stay there? To watch that bitch gloat every day?” Christine rolled her


    eyes.


    Her situation was different from mine. I was free of any family or financial obligations and had no


    pressure. “I dragged you into this…”


    “Shut up.” She popped a cherry into my mouth. “You think I quit without a n? I’ve got something


    in mind.”


    I was curious. “What?”


    “It’s a secret.” She winked mysteriously.


    I chuckled. “You better have thought this through. No fooling me.”


    “Allen!” A distressed cry came from outside, “Stop! Give it back to me!”


    It sounded like my aunt, Cheryl.


    Panic struck, and I tried to get up, but Christine held me back, pointing at the IV in my hand, “Stay


    put. I’ll check it out.”


    “Okay.”


    In a short while, Christine returned with my aunt, her face streaked with tears.


    I handed Cheryl a tissue. “Aunt Cheryl, what happened? Why are you crying your eyes


    out?”


    Her face sallow from illness, Cheryl was a picture of misery and embarrassment.


    Christine helplessly exined, “Allen took her bank card.”


    “The bank card?” I inquired.


    Through tears, Cheryl said, “It’s the card where I kept the money for my treatment. I had just gone


    to the restroom, and when I came out, I saw him rummaging around. Before I could stop him, he


    found the card I had hidden away…”


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