Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 228

It was Dorothy.

She stood in a puddle of what looked disturbingly like blood, her white ankle boots soaked through, as she watched me halt the action of closing the door. Slowly, she withdrew her hand and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Jane, I'd advise you to back off. Stop messing around with Bryant."

That she found my address so quickly was alarming.

I frowned, "Whether it's you or Margaret, you'd better check yourself into a hospital or, better yet, go bother Bryant. Don't come here bothering me."

"Huh, cut the act!" She glanced inside my house with disdain. "I've done my homework. Without marrying Bryant, how could someone like you, with both parents gone and broke, afford such a place?"

She lifted her chin, exuding the kind of arrogance only the wealthy possess, in full display.

My patience wore thin, and I replied coldly, "Oh, what about you? If it weren't for the luck of being adopted by the Myers family, would you even be here, speaking like this, boldly meddling in someone else's marriage?"

Everyone could hit where it hurt. Dorothy shouldn't expect me to play nice if she stepped on my toes.

"Jane!" Dorothy's haughty demeanor instantly turned vicious. She raised her hand, intending to slap me, but I pushed her away, glaring at her foot nearly stepping inside my home, my gaze filled with disgust, "Don't dirty my place."

Fuming, she clenched her teeth, glaring at me with hatred. "You'll see. "Since you don't want to take my advice or accept my good will, I'm done playing nice!"

"You think splashing blood on someone's doorstep is being nice?" I shot back sarcastically, "Ms. Myers, I really can't match your level."

Dorothy snapped, "So, you insist on clinging to the Ferguson family, huh?"

I had agreed, so what was she still venting about?

Dorothy was momentarily stunned and realized what I implied, her eyes widening in fury. "Do you even know what standing the Myers family has? If I got into it with you, not even Bryant could save you..."

"Ms. Myers!" Suddenly, a voice came from the direction of the elevator. I turned to see Mark, in a sleek, matte, iron-gray suit, striding toward us.

That reminded me that he had mentioned he would come by to bring me a gift. After the afternoon's ordeal at the hospital, it slipped my mind.

Dorothy turned to him, slightly stunned. "What are you doing here?"

Mark looked indifferent, his gaze fixed on Dorothy. "I'm here to drop off something for Jane. And you, what brings you here?"