When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 108

“Where’s Margaret?” I dodged his approach, voice choked with emotion as I asked.

Timothy had been with Margaret when it happened. Why wasn’t she here?

No sooner had I asked than the sound of heels clacking anxiously along the corridor reached us. Margaret hurried toward us, her face pale. “Bry, is Timothy okay? Sorry, I got held up trying to hail a cab near the Ferguson Mansion. It took forever.”

I cut her off. “Why did Timothy suddenly faint?

A flicker of panic crossed Margaret’s face before she replied, “I… I don’t know. He couldn’t breathe all of a sudden and passed out.”

*Just like that? You didn’t say or do anything?” couldn’t believe it.

Timothy had been in good health these past few years, always keeping up with his check-ups. Nothing happened when he was furious enough to lash out at Bryant. It just didn’t add up that he would suddenly fall ill.

“What are you implying? Jane, are you suggesting I stressed Timothy into getting sick?” Margaret looked utterly bewildered and suddenly clutched her stomach, turning to Bryant in agony. “Bry, my stomach hurts so much….

Bryant’s expression hardened, “Your stomach hurts?”

Margaret replied weakly, “Yes!”

Convinced, Bryant scooped her up and made for the door. “Doctor! She’s pregnant and in pain.”

I couldn’t help but sneer, leaning against the wall and trying to steady my breathing. Knowing how much Bryant cared about Margaret was one thing, but witnessing it was

another.

Seeing how upset I was, Gary gently suggested, “Mrs. Ferguson, why don’t you take a seat? Mr. Timothy might not… be out for a while. Besides, whatever happens, Mr. Timothy would want you both to be okay.”

“Okay.” Tears streamed down my face as I nodded, sinking into a nearby chair, feeling utterly drained. But I couldn’t help feeling more lost than ever, my gaze barely leaving the emergency room door. I had never felt so anxious before. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

When my parents passed, I was too young to understand, only remembering the blur of medical staff rushing around me. Afraid of being in the way, I’d huddle in a corner, just like now, staring at the emergency room door, naively believing they’d come out and embrace me just like before. But they never did.

At the moment, I understood all too well what this situation could mean. It could mean

losing someone who had just affectionately called me “my dear” an hour ago.

As the evening sky darkened, the emergency room doors finally swung open again. I leaped to my feet, nearly stumbling as my legs had gone numb from sitting too long.

“Careful.” Bryant, who had returned at some point, caught my arm, his voice gentle.

I shrugged off his touch coldly as the doctor approached us, removing his mask with at somber expression. “Mr. and Mrs. Ferguson, Mr. Timothy’s old issue has come back and it’s not looking too good. Though we’ve managed to keep him stable for now, he needs to be in the ICU for observation for a few days. You should prepare yourselves.”

Bryant’s eyes narrowed. “Is it that serious?”

“Yes, and the call for the ambulance could’ve been made sooner,” the doctor sighed, “According to the medics in the ambulance, Timothy’s condition was already critical on the way. Did you not realize he had fainted immediately?”

Puzzled, Gary replied, “I rushed over as soon as I heard something was wrong and called right away.”