Chapter 166


    Bryant helpless, his voice gentle as he tried to exin, “Margaret lost a child, too.


    Even if you take this to court, it won’t bring you the closure you want.”


    “Oh…” I just nodded, feeling utterly drained. “So, my child’s death is in vain, then?”


    He seemed worried I might get upset, quickly trying to soothe me, “That’s not it. There are still


    ways…”


    “What ways?” I forced a weak smile, “Send her abroad, to any country I choose?”


    “That’s possible.” He sighed in relief, nodding without hesitation.


    I looked at his wless features and chuckled. “Then, let’s send Margaret to somece challenging,


    like maybe a remote town. Oh, and she gets by without financial help from you.”


    Bryant hesitated. “Jane…”


    “Is that a problem?” I saw the disbelief sh adross his handsome face, but I insisted. I wanted


    Margaret to pay, even if just a little.


    He frowned. “It’s chaotic there. Since a kid, Margaret has never…”


    He was cut off as his phone rang from his pocket. Checking the caller ID, it was Kevin.


    I sneered, “Go ahead. It might be toote. Maybe you need to identify the body.”


    “Hello,” Bryant answered, face set in a hard line.


    Kevin’s voice was faint but audible. “Mr. Ferguson, we need you here. Ms. Ferguson is refusing any


    treatment and continues to bleed. She wants you here.”


    “Tell her to give up treatment if she wants to die!” Bryant’s voice was icy as he hung up


    I was surprised at his decision. “Bryant, have you changed?”


    I could hardly believe he could be so cold toward Margaret, not in this lifetime nor the


    next.


    But before I could process it, his phone rang again, relentlessly. Despite rejecting the call, Kevin


    kept dialing. “Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Ferguson has passed out. It looks serious. We need a family


    member’s consent.”


    “Got it!” When Bryant said those words, I knew he had softened again, even though he knew


    Margaret was responsible for the death of our unborn child.


    As expected, he nced at me. “I’ll check on Margaret, sign whatever is needed, and


    leave..


    “Fine.” My ex-husband’s problems weren’t mine to fret over. I didn’t try to stop him but


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    asked, “So, what about what I just said? Have you decided?”


    Bryant was visibly conflicted. “Now?”


    “Yes. Ideally, she’d be gone once out of the ER. It was the first time I realized I wasn’t as kind-


    hearted as I thought. When,pushed to my limits, I could be as relentless as when ! considered


    wielding a knife against Margaret.


    I had truly considered it. But, years of rationale had overshadowed the darkness within


    Bryantposed himself, preupied with the thought of the person lying in the hospital, “I’ll think


    about it!”


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    Then, without another nce my way, he left. His urgency was palpable.


    The door mmed shut behind him, and his figure vanished from my sight. I watched the empty


    foyer, lips curled in a knowing smirk, already guessing his decision. He couldn’t. How could he bear


    to do that over this?


    Iy on the couch, lost in thought, the malicious words Margaret had hurled at me fueling my


    hatred. It was astonishing how vil


    a person could be.


    Later, my phone rang, startling me. It was Gary calling, and I hastily answered. “Gary, is it about the


    fingerprint analysis?”


    “Yes.” Gary confirmed, and I immediately pressed, “And? Were Margaret’s prints on it?”


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