Chapter 156


    Christine’s shopping spree knew no bounds, dragging me through store after store. She mused that


    leaving her job enabled her to spoil herself after being a workhorse for four


    years.


    “Hey, isn’t that the Patek Philippe woman?” she suddenly eximed, nodding toward a luxury


    boutique we were passing by.


    I nced over. “Yeah, that’s Margaret.”


    There she was, modeling a handbag that cost over a brand-new car, likely contemting the


    purchase. Bryant has always been overly generous with her.


    I wasn’t particrly keen on watching the spectacle unfold, so I tried to pull Christine away, but she


    suddenly grabbed me, and we ducked behind a column!


    Confused, I gave her a puzzled look.


    “It’s your father-inw, Albert!” she whispered in shock..


    “Albert?” I was surprised.


    “Yeah, Albert is out shopping with the Patek Philippe woman!” Christine’s face lit up the excitement


    reserved for juicy gossip.


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    “I don’t see the big deal,” I shrugged it off with a smile. “Margaret has always been the apple of


    Albert’s eye.”


    Even Bryant couldn’t get a sliver of his father’s affection. It all went to Margaret.


    Still puzzled, Christine peeked out for another look and turned back to me suspiciously. “I’ve never


    seen a stepdaughter and stepfather this close. They’re almost like real father and daughter.”


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    “Their bond might as well be,” I said, disinterested in delving further into the Ferguson- family


    dynamics, except for Timothy, “Let’s just go.”


    But before we could make our escape, Margaret called out to us!


    I tried to ignore her. Yet, she caught up, sizing me up. “You’re out of the hospital?”


    “What’s it to you?” I retorted, annoyed.


    She Immediately turned to Albert, pouting, “Dad! Look how Jane’s treating me when I’m trying to be


    nice.”


    Christine rolled her eyes as I pulled her behind me, only to hear Albert approach, putting on the air


    of an elder. “I hear you and Bryant are getting a divorce.”


    “That’s right, next month,” I responded truthfully


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    Albert couldn’t hide his glee at the news, urging, “Well then, you better hurry up with it!”


    “Christine would love to speed things up if only your son were as eager!” Christine seemed to think


    Albert was rushing me to clear the way for Margaret, taunting him beforeunching into a sarcastic


    tirade, “It’s bizarre. What kind of father looks forward to his son’s divorce?”


    Albert, not one to take things seriously, straightened up, “You little rascal, what nonsense are you


    spouting? If they can’t make it work, is that my fault? I only want them to find their happiness sooner


    rather thanter.”


    “You’ve been searching for so many years, jumping from one to the next…” Christine’s gaze shifted


    to Margaret, her lips curling into a smirk. “Now, you wouldn’t be setting your sights on your


    stepdaughter, would you?”


    “What are you implying?” Margaret’s face turned red with rage, ring at us beforeining to


    Albert, “Dad, look at her!”


    Enjoying the drama, Christine cheekily added, “You don’t call him Dad in bed, too, do you?”


    The air was thick with tension as both their faces soured, and Christine, unable to contain her


    amusement, whisked me away to the grocery store.


    Christine tossed snacks into the cart and mused, “What exactly is going on between


    Albert and the Patek Philippe woman


    I shook my head. “I have no clue.”


    “It’s not a typical stepfather-stepdaughter rtionship.” Christine’s eyes suddenly sparkled with


    mischief. “Do you think they’re…”


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