Chapter 163


    a triumphant smirk.


    Margaret’s eyes


    gleamed with


    In an instant, I grasped her intent. Without panic, I slowly withdrew my hand, and under Bryant’s


    astonished gaze, I calmly stated, “It is what it looks like.”


    After all, he had never taken my exnations to heart, especially when he had witnessed it himself.


    Any exnation from me would be futile. I used to worry about being perceived as cold-hearted, but


    I couldn’t care less. There was nothing more devastating than a heart turned cold. His opinion of me


    didn’t matter anymore.


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    Clutching her wound, tears streaming down her face, Margaret whimpered, “Bry, help me… It hurts


    so much. Jane went crazy and stabbed me…”


    Margaret was still acting.


    I sneered, “Why the tears? Isn’t this what you wanted? You should be happy.”


    She had provoked me, calcting Bryant’s arrival to force my hand. Experience indeed came with


    age.


    Margaret looked momentarily guilty and cried more pitifully, “What are you talking about? I just


    wanted to beg you not to let Bry send me abroad. If you disagree, that’s fine, but why did you do


    this…”


    I looked at Bryant sarcastically. “Do you believe her?”


    Perhaps I was too ustomed to disappointment, so I dared not hope for anything from


    him.


    Bryant’s brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on me and want to hear your


    he softly said!


    side.”


    “It wasn’t me. Disgusted, I cleaned the blood off my hand with some wet wipes, staring at him. “Do


    you believe me?”


    He seemed to rx a bit, but before he could respond, Margaret, in agony, threw herself into his


    arms, her voice weak, “Bry, it hurts so much…”


    Bryant nced toward the door andmanded sternly, “Kevin, take her to the hospital!”


    Immediately after Bryant finished speaking, Kevin stepped in to help Margaret, “Ms. Ferguson, I’ll


    take you to the hospital.”


    “Ensure her wound is covered.” I said coldly, throwing a pack of tissues their way. drip blood on my


    floor. It’s filthy.”


    “Don’t


    Margaret’s blood was even filthier.


    Kevin hesitated for a moment. Bryant’s voice turned icy, “Didn’t you hear?”


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    “Yes!” Kevinplied.


    Margaret looked bewilderedly at Bryant, her tears flowing. “Do you think… I might end up like Mom,


    saving you but never waking up again. I’m so scared, Bry. Pleasee with me to the hospital!


    Please!”


    Margaret and Albert often used this strategy: making Bryant feel guilty.


    So, at that moment, I was sure she wasn’t bringing it up by chance, but rather, it was a calcted


    move to morally ckmail. But Bryant fell for it every time.


    Unexpectedly, he grabbed my hand, dragging me toward the door.


    I struggled, asking, “What are you doing?”


    “Come with me,” he said without looking back,


    “Why should 1?” I yanked my hand away, furious. “I’m not going, Bryant. Even if Margaret dies


    today, she deserves it!”


    How could it be possible that after she caused the death of my child and tried to frame me, I should


    apany her to the hospital?


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