Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 151

I fumbled in the dark to switch on the light, glancing toward the door, only to find it shut.

Christine hadn't closed it. That night, Christine had decided to stay at the hospital to keep me company. Fearing that her presence in the room might disturb my sleep and hinder my recovery, she resolved to sleep on the living room couch, but in case I needed her during the night, she left the door ajar.

It was evident someone had been in my room. Was it Bryant? I didn't know. But it didn't matter anymore.

...

Next morning, I woke up and felt a whole lot better.

A nurse brought in a breakfast for two, complete with fresh fruit and chicken soup, quite a feast.

Christine clicked her tongue. "Wow, your hospital sure knows how to treat its patients."

The nurse smiled. "We aim to speed up the patient's recovery. Plus, the hospital director has designed Mrs. Ferguson’s meal plan."

After checking my temperature, the nurse mentioned, "Mrs. Ferguson, you still have a fever. I'll go and call Professor Franklin to check on you."

Once the nurse left, Christine gave me a puzzled look. "Are you sure you two are getting divorced?"

I glanced at her. "What else?"

"Can we still eat this breakfast?" Christine gestured toward the lavish food, visibly tempted.

Just bringing up Timothy got me all teary-eyed. I dabbed at them and added, "The pendants Timothy gave for the children are still in the safe in my room. I never took them out. Maybe you could retrieve them for me someday and return them to Bryant."

Gary set the initial codes of safes at the Ferguson Mansion, and though he had suggested I change the codes, our stay there was too brief, and I never got around to it. It made things easier.

Seeing my firm stance, Gary agreed, then hesitated as if he wanted to say more, "Just... take care of yourself."

"Gary, is there something you want to tell me?" I couldn't help but ask.

After a pause, Gary revealed, "You asked me to look into Mr. Timothy's medicine, and there's some progress. But it seems as complicated as you suspected. With your divorce from Mr. Bryant underway, I'm worried it'll drag you back into trouble..."

I asked, "You found something?"