NovelBook| Chapter 115 Hearing that, I was momentarily speechless but quickly pieced together the reason..
Christine furrowed her brows in confusion, looking at me, and whispered, "Bryant suddenly changed his ways?" "No." I watched Margaret escorted away by the security, slightly pursing my lips. "He's just feeling guilty, wanting to make amends." Timothy's passing hit Bryant hard. Despite being Timothy's favorite grandkid, he wasn't there in his last moments. Moreover, he pissed Timothy off on the very day Timothy passed. How could he not feel guilty, regretful, and self-blaming? And his way of showing it was to honor Timothy's wish, makinga lifelong Mrs. Ferguson.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIt had nothing to do with me.
After the funeral, I returned to the Ferguson Mansion, joining Gary in sorting through Timothy's belongings.
The servants had gone through them once, leaving behind the clothes and items Timothy frequently used. Each piece I held gavethe illusion that Timothy hadn't left us.
While sorting, I pondered and asked, "Gary, are you sure Timothy had his medication in his pocket the other day?" "You hadmake sure, especially with the weather turning colder, I'd check every morning to ensure Timothy had his medicine." After answering, Gary looked atseriously, "You... still suspect Margaret?" "I can't quite put my finger on it." I shook my head.
When I confronted Margaret, her reasoning made sense. In that day's chaos, something could have fallen out. But my intuition toldit wasn't that simple. Yet, without evidence, relying solely on. intuition felt insufficient. And I wasn't sure if my suspicions stemmed from an existing hostility toward Margaret.
Thoughtfully, I added, "These past days, have any of the servants cacross a dropped medicine bottle while cleaning?" Gary thought it over before confirming, "No, anything belonging to Timothy, they would've informed me." Gary paused and then continued, "I'll keep an eye out. The bottle is small. We could have missed it if it fell in the yard." "Okay." I carefully handled Timothy's possessions, afraid of breaking or damaging Chapter 115 anything.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhat was left by those who'd passed, once gone, was gone forever.
Toward the end, I held up a bracelet. "Gary, may I take this? I want to keep it in memory of Timothy." The bracelet was something Timothy often fiddled with, so I wanted to keep it close to remember him.
I remember a line from a show about those who've passed. [I am with you when you talk about and remember me.]
"Of course, you can. If Timothy knew how much you cared, he'd be happy, even in heaven ¿dary wiped the tears from his eyes. Those past few days wore him out significantly. Suddenly remembering something, he said, "Oh! Wait here a moment."
He opened Timothy's bedroom safe, pulled out two velvet boxes, and choked up before speaking, "When he found out you were pregnant, Mr. Timothy was over the moon. Seeing you didn't want to tell Mr. Bryant, he madeswear not to breathe a word. He said you were sensitive and thoughtful, that we should wait until you were ready to not to pressure you or to bind you to the Ferguson family just because of this child."
"This is... Timothy's gift for the baby.
You have no idea. Timothy never took such care in choosing@gift before, askingdaily, "Do you think Jane's are incarrying a boy or a girl? What kind of gift should I grab?" X
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