Chapter 182


    Margaret nced at me, her expression a mix of resignation and urgency. “It would be a good time. My mom has been looking forward to seeing you. Ho


    it’s probably best if Jane stays out for now. The doctor mentioned that my mom’s been out for a long time, and her memory’s messy. It’s best if she only s


    Her words made it sound like my stepping in there would be akin tomitting a cardinal sin.


    I wasn’t going to push it.


    I turned to Bryant, saying, “You go ahead. I’ll make my exit.“>


    “If that’s how it is,” Bryant said, his tone cold


    as he shot Margaret a look. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “Then we’ll give Teresa a few days to recuperate before we drop by again.“>


    Surprised, I nced at him, tempted to shrug off his arm, but he seemed oblivious to my difort, unmoving.


    “Bry…” Margaret’s face flushed with


    embarrassment and frustration, her eyes welling up. “You had me leave yesterday, and now, at a time like this, you still…”


    “Margaret, enough.” A frail voice echoed from the room, “Let Bry and Ms. Webster in.”


    With no other choice, Margaret unwillingly stepped aside. “Come in, then.”


    Despite her years–longa, Teresa looked rtively well, thanks to top–notch medical care.


    Upon seeing Bryant, she sped his hand, tears streaming down her face.”


    I might have been moved to tears by the disy of maternal affection if I hadn’t known the truth.


    “I’m just d you’re okay. If you’re safe, then all these years were worth it.


    “Bry, I heard from Margaret about your marriage. Timothy wouldn’t let you marry Margaret.


    “Oh, look at me, dredging up the past. Ms. Webster, please don’t mind me. They were so close back then. It’s just a shame. That is all.”E


    I couldn’t help but smirk, “Why would I mind? Thanks to your daughter, Bryant and I are on the verge of divorce.“>


    Margaret must have filled her in before our arrival.


    Yet, Teresa’s response was an award–


    worthy performance of shock, anger, and apologetic nces., “Ms. Webster, please don’t hold it against Margaret. She’s a bit immature, stubbornly stick


    believes in. And Bry, well, he’s always indulged her…”


    The whole act was rich withyers. But through it all, Teresa never admitted Margaret was in the wrong.


    I replied with a light–hearted tone, “Well, temperament can be hereditary. I wonder if your daughter’s relentless naturees from you?”


    To secure her ce in the Ferguson family, she didn’t hesitate to push a pregnant woman down the stairs. Margaret’s tactics were as ruthless, if


    not more, than hers.


    After hearing my words, Teresa’s expression darkened with a mix of hurt and confusion in


    her eyes, “Ms. Webster, have you misunderstood something?”


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    She then turned to Bryant, pleading, “Bry, did I say something wrong? Please exin this to Ms. Webster. I’ve been out of it for so long. I hope she won’t


    Thinking I was venting my frustration about Margaret causing my miscarriage, Bryant gave me a look, softly saying, “Teresa wasn’t aware of those issue


    Teresa was puzzled. “What issues?“N


    She then earnestly added, “Whatever the case, I hope you can look past it for my daughter’s sake. She’s all I have.”


    “Mom!” Margaret seemed genuinely aggrieved, “They’re nning to send me away!”


    Teresa’s shock turned to Bryant. “Bry, you can’t seriously be considering sending Margaret to…”