When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 152

I perked up, pressing, “Please don’t let this hold you back. The divorce is between Bryant and me. But Timothy was always kind to me, and I can’t stand the thought of him passing away without clarity.”

With my reassurance, Gary finally decided to spill the beans. He pulled a transparent sealed bag out of his pocket, containing just one tiny pill. And the pill was all too familiar to me. It was the very emergency pill Timothy always kept in his pocket.

Gary shared, “We found it under the carpet by the desk in Mr. Timothy’s study when the housekeeper was cleaning the other day.”

I took a closer look, feeling a chill down my spine.

The air in RiverCity wasn’t dry, so if the pill had been on the floor for a while, it should have n some signs of moisture. But the pill in the bag didn’t have a trace of dampness.

My voice trembled as I asked, “When was the last time the Ferguson Mansion had a deep cleaning?”

“The day before Mr. Timothy’s death.”

Gary had also considered it and responded immediately, his expression turning somber.

It meant that all signs pointed to the pill having dropped on the day Timothy passed away Timothy had his attacks and needed that pill when he was in a one-on-one conversation with Margaret. But when I confronted Margaret that night, she never mentioned Timothy wanting his medication!

Gary and I exchanged a knowing look, seeing the deep suspicion in each other’s eyes. pursed my lips, “Does Bryant know about this?

Gary shook his head. “Not yet.”

“Let’s get the fingerprints analyzed first.” I pondered, “There’s no use telling him now. Wi just this, given his trust in Margaret, he’ll think I’m trying to slander his sweetheart.”

“Mrs. Ferguson… actually, Bryant’s feelings for Margaret probably aren’t…” Gary tried to explain on behalf of Bryant, but I gently cut him off, “It doesn’t matter what they are. What matters is that he cares deeply for Margaret, right?”

Regardless of Bryant’s actual feelings toward Margaret, in his eyes, Margaret was

paramount.

That was enough.

Gary’s eyes turned cold, his tone becoming stern, “I swear it. If Margaret had something to do with Mr. Timothy’s death, she would suffer even more.”

11:50

At that moment, I saw a shadow of Timothy in Gary.

I nodded, saying, “I believe you.”

Bryant might be biased, but he wouldn’t let Margaret off the hook once there’s irrefutable evidence, especially concerning Timothy.

Gary said, “Then I’ll get the fingerprints analyzed.”

“Right.” I cautioned him, wanting to ensure reliability, “Ensure to find someone trustworthy so as not to tip anyone off. The pill bottle might still be in the Ferguson Mansion if it was Margaret. Have another look.”

After a few more words with Gary, he stood up with a serious demeanor, ready to head

back.

Could the propensity for such heinous acts be hereditary?

Teresa was responsible for the death of Bryant’s biological mother. And Margaret seemed to be implicated in Timothy’s death.

A shiver ran through me as I escorted Gary to the door, only to see Margaret approaching in high heels, showing no signs of sickness or frailty.

Gary’s face darkened further, ready to leave. But Margaret glanced toward the nutritional supplements in my hospital room and stopped Gary, assuming the posture of the future Mrs. Ferguson of the Ferguson family. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

With a soft laugh and a gentle voice, she said, “Gary, she’s divorcing Bryant, and Timothy is gone. You should know who you gotta suck up to!”