When Love Breaks by jack

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 gaze landed 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.” Home Categories Search… NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

195/199 I spoke calmly, “We’re still missing a divorce certificate. By all accounts, I belong here more than you do. Since you’re calling me shameless, what does that make you? Shameless and skinless?” “Sharp-tongued!” Margaret glared 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 flashed 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 relationship. But that moment, she provided the missing clarity, 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 adores you, his stepdaughter. What’s wrong with saying y