Chapter 195


    He didn’t even flinch as he frowned. “Do you think I’d look for trouble for no


    reason?”


    That was debatable.


    The mere sight of Teresa and Margaret irked me so much that I didn’t want to


    go downstairs. Before I returned to my room, I said, “You better get rid of


    those two women, or I’m out.”


    Before I could even step through the door, Margaret came rushing up. “Bry,


    you’ve got to see this that Jane…”


    Her words cut off abruptly as her gazended on me.


    I didn’t want to see Margaret, but since she mentioned me, I faced her, “What


    about me? Surprisingly, you’re so concerned about me now.”


    “Why are you here? You have some nerve. After the divorce, you are still


    hanging around the Ferguson Mansion…”


    She tried to hide it, but her tone mixed with jealousy and annoyance.


    “Margaret!” Bryant snapped, his face like ice, “I don’t want to remind you a


    third time. Jane’s still my wife.”


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    I spoke calmly, “We’re still missing a divorce certificate. By all ounts, I


    belong here more than you do. Since you’re calling me shameless, what does


    that make you? Shameless and skinless?”


    “Sharp-tongued!” Margaret red at me, huffing, “Whether it’s Bry or Albert,


    they’re the real Fergusons, closest to me! What am I, then?”


    Thinking back to what I saw the day before at the hotel, my stomach churned.


    “I’m not so sure if you and Bry are close. But Albert and you must be pretty


    close.”


    At the hotel the day before, they were probably less than an arm’s length


    apart. How could they not be close? My words were both a jab and a probe.


    Perhaps feeling guilty, Margaret’s face shed with panic, and she quickly


    covered it up with anger. “Jane, what do you mean? Are you insinuating


    something between me and Albert? How could your thoughts be so vile!”


    Initially, I only had a vague inkling about Margaret and Albert’s rtionship.


    But that moment, she provided the missing rity, making it obvious.


    But then, I wouldn’t act without solid evidence.


    I frowned briefly and smiled., “What are you talking about? What’s vile? Albert


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