Chapter 167


    When I posed the question, my heart hung in suspense. I had always suspected that Timothy’s


    death had something to do with Margaret, but I never had proof.


    Luckily, Gary’s immediate response confirmed my fears. “Yes, the fingerprint area was small, but it


    belongs to her afterparison.”


    “So, it was her.” Receiving the answer brought me no joy, only a deep sadness for Timothy. If only


    Timothy hadn’t met Margaret that day. Perhaps he’d still be alive, waving at me with a smile, calling


    me “my dear.”


    Gary was furious, too. “Even though Mr. Timothy never really epted her, he never mistreated her.


    I can’t believe she’d go this far.


    “Indeed.” I was puzzled, “Gary, I can’t understand something. Timothy argued with Bryant that day


    but didn’t get sick from the stress. What on earth did Margaret say to make Timothy this upset?”


    First, Margaret infuriated Timothy, preventing him from taking his lifesaving pills. And then, she tried


    to provoke and frame me the same way.


    Gary was just as baffled. “I have no idea what it could be…”


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    “Do you think…” I hesitated, “Could stie possibly be Albert and Teresa’s biological daughter?”


    That was the only reason I could think about that would upset Timothy so much. Timothy was


    already displeased with Albert’s insistence on marrying Teresa. If Tim had found out about an affair,


    it wouldn’t be surprising if that pushed him over the Gary denied it. “Impossible. Mr. Timothy had


    that investigated before Teresa even jo the Ferguson family. They did a paternity test, and Margaret


    is not a Ferguson.”


    “That’s strange.” I frowned, and a thought briefly crossed my mind but slipped away before I could


    grasp it. Maybe the idea was tog absurd.


    Gary asked, “What’s your n now? Just having fingerprints on a pill might not be convincing


    enough. If you tell Bryant directly, he might not believe you…


    “We have to try.” I cut in, dead set on making sure Timothy’s death wasn’t for nothing. “Gary, please


    send someone to bring the fingerprint report to me. I’ll handle the rest and give it to Bryant.”


    It was my responsibility to hand it over. If Bryant trusted me even a little, he’d investigate it himself.


    With his connections, he could reveal the truth more easily than Gary and I.


    “Okay.” Gary probably checked the time, then said, “It should arrive at Riverview Estate in about


    twenty minutes. Do you want it delivered upstairs or…


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    “I’lle down and get it.” I cut him off.


    After getting the report, I’d head straight to the hospital and give it to Bryant.


    He had to believe it. Even if he were skeptical, his investigation would find some leads. With that


    thought, I took a deep breath.


    About my child, Bryant might find a reason to forgive Margaret. But what about Timothy?


    ‘Bryant, you won’t let Timothy down this time, right?’ I thought and quickly changed into another


    outfit before heading downstairs, braving the early winter chill that seemed too eager this year.


    Even in the underground parking lot, the cold seeped through my coat.


    My phone rang in the pocket of my overcoat. Too cold to reach for it, I answered directly through my


    wireless earbuds.