Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 46

So why bother?

Christine pressed down her anger, "Fine, let's just pay up and get out of here. Out of sight, out of mind."

After settling the bill, the customer service rep led us to the front of the shop to see the car.

After days of repairs, there were no signs of the accident left. It looked as good as new.

"Wait for me a sec, I gotta hit the restroom," Christine said in a rush, heading for the bathroom.

I chuckled and decided to wait inside the car.

The moment I got in, I heard a clear voice demanding, "I want that one!"

Which car she liked was none of my business.

I closed the car door, just thinking about leaving as soon as Christine returned.

But before Christine came back, a sales consultant knocked on my window.

I cracked the window slightly, impatiently asking, "What's up?"

"Hello, there's a customer who would like to see your car, if that’s cool with you..."

"It’s not just to see, I want to buy it." Margaret spoke softly, yet with an undeniable insistence, "We have money. Just name your price, any price."

The salesman looked at me awkwardly, "What do you think...?"

"No way." I spat out the two words and immediately rolled up the window.

Christine had the car fitted with tinted windows a few days after purchase; you couldn't see inside from the outside.

Bryant, who had been indifferent, finally showed a flicker of emotion, a slight furrow in his brow, "Where’s Jane?"

"How amusing," Christine scoffed, tapping on the car, "Jane’s trapped in her car by your 'sister' here, being coerced into selling it. And you're asking me where she is?"

I exhaled a sigh of relief and rolled down the window again, "Christine, get in. Let's get out of here."

Seeing it was me, Margaret didn't seem embarrassed at all and quickly turned to Bryant, "Bry, this is one of our family cars, right? I don’t want a new one anymore, just give this one to me."

Christine was nearly livid with anger, rolling her eyes so hard, about to curse her when Bryant stepped forward.

He pulled Margaret aside, his voice cold, "Are you out of your mind? This is Jane’s own car."

"Isn’t it bought with your money?"