Chapter 119
Chapter 119
Margaret clenched her manicured nails into my skin with all her might, sending a fiery pain through my arm.
Hearing Margaret’s words, Christine’s face turned pale with fear, wanting to rush over and pull me away, but Margaret held onto my wrist tightly, refusing to let go.
Her eyes were almost crazed, cold, and chilling. “Didn’t you get me? I’m asking you to call Bry.”
“Fine.” Considering I was pregnant, Christine hesitated to pull too hard, finally caving in. “I’ll call him right now. Just let go of Jane.”
“No way!” After dragging me out of the mall, Margaret walked a bit further. Ahead was the busy street, bustling with cars.
Memories of Bryant covered in blood last time sent chills down my spine. Margaret might be capable of taking us both down with her.
White as a sheet, Christine had dialed the phone. “Don’t be rash. Don’t hurt Jane.”
“Put it on speaker.” Margaret raised her chin, and not daring to disobey, Christine switched to speaker.
Soon, Bryant picked up. “Hello?”
Christine spoke, “Bryant! Jane and I are across from the office, at the shopping center. You need to come
quick!”
“What’s wrong?” Bryant’s voice instantly grew tense, his footsteps audible in the background.
Not wanting to provoke Margaret, Christine said, “You’ll see when you get here. Just come to entrance number 8.”
“Five minutes.” Bryant was quick, “I’m getting in the elevator now. I’m hanging up. Wait for me there.”
After the call ended, Margaret squinted her eyes at me, a mocking smile spreading across her face. “Hearing how worried he is about you? Are you happy now?”
I had never seen someone so unreasonable. I tried to pull my wrist away, but Margaret’s expression grew more ferocious, leaving me no choice but to give up. “Margaret, you’re pregnant. Please calm down…”
“Calm down with what?” Margaret shrieked back at me. “Now that you’ve secured your spot as Mrs. Ferguson, you can afford to tell me to calm down. If you were in my shoes, could you stay calm?”
I lowered my gaze.
“I’m not…”
“Not what?” Margaret dropped all pretense, pressing me aggressively, “You guys were supposed to be getting a divorce. Why aren’t you?! Jane, I thought there would be no turning back for you two after Timothy died and I could finally marry Bry. But why? Why has it come to this?”
“Bry!” Margaret suddenly looked across the street. Unable to turn back, Bryant had parked on the other side and was striding toward us, his face dark and stormy.
But, with thirty seconds left on the red light, he couldn’t get across.
Through her tears, Margaret cried, “Have you decided to abandon me? You promised. you’d always take care of me!”
Then, turning to me with a twisted smile, she whispered, “Jane, tell me, between my death and yours, who do you think Bry would choose?”
Without giving me a chance to react, she suddenly pulled with all her might, dragging me into the oncoming traffic like crazy! This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
The sound of car horns blared suddenly! My mind buzzed, the scene before me a blur of chaos. A car braked in time but still hit my thigh, and I was thrown toward the ground!
Thankfully, Bryant rushed through the traffic, recklessly running toward me.
Instinctively, I reached out for him, but my fingertips only grazed his shirt sleeve, missing the chance to grab hold of him.