"This doesn''t make sense..." Something felt off to me and always did.


    Bryant pressed. "What do you mean?"


    I pondered, "Timothy always takes his meds when he feels off. He usually gets by just fine. Why did he faint all of a sudden?"


    "Exactly. I remember that. When Timothy came in for his check-ups, I noticed he always. had his medication on him. With today''s episode, it wouldn''t have escted to this if he had taken his meds on time." The directormented.


    I shot Bryant à cold look. "Where''s Margaret?"


    "She''s resting in the ward." After Bryant finished, his expression darkened, and he asserted, "You suspect her? That''s impossible. She might be a spoiled girl but not malicious, especially around Grandpa."


    Hearing that, I couldn''t suppress my anger for the first time.


    Would such a ''not malicious'' person tirelessly chase after someone else''s husband? But then again, no one could wake a person pretending to sleep. I was well aware of that.. Not wanting to argue further, I turned to the director. "The clothes Timothy wore when he was brought in, are they still around? Could you check his pockets for his medication?" "Right away." The director immediately instructed a doctor to handle it.


    Soon after, the doctor returned. "No, Mr. Timothy''s pockets were empty."Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    "The maid usually ces the medicine in the pocket of the jacket Mr. Timothy usually wears afterundry, hanging it back in the cloakroom. I always double- check." Gary exined with utmost seriousness.


    Timothy''s well-being was a big deal for the Ferguson family. No one would be negligent.


    A possibility crossed my mind, sending shivers down my spine. I headed straight for the ward! I knew which ward Margaret would be in BlessedCare Medical Facility had three reserved wards, and Margaret''s mother had long. upied one. Margaret must be there.


    "Jane!" Bryant hurriedly followed. "Where are you going?"


    "Get off me!" I felt a tidal wave of emotion, almost hitting my limit, and I forcefully shook him off.


    I had never shown such temper before Bryant, and he was shocked. Seizing the moment, I headed straight for the elevator.


    Bursting into the ward, Margaret looked far from troubled, lounging on the sofa, her legs propped up on the coffee table, enjoying the fruit. To those in the know, she was at the hospital. To those not, it appeared she was vacationing at a five- star hotel.


    Her shock at my abrupt entrance was evident as she hastily lowered her legs. "What''s the matter? What if you scared my baby?"


    "Did you take Timothy''s pills?" I walked straight in, cutting to the chase.


    I She stiffened for a moment, looking at me in disbelief. "You think I want to harm Timothy?"


    "Just answer me. Where are Timothy''s meds?"


    "Well, how would I know? Maybe Timothy took them out and ced them somewhere, or perhaps they fell out on the way to the hospital!"


    At her words, I paused. Indeed, the entire process of getting Timothy to ΟΜ


    the hospital was chaotic and crowded.


    too rash.


    I sighed softly. "For Timothy''s sake, I hope this has nothing to do with you."


    "And if it does, what''s next? You gonna y Sherlock?" Margaret m


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    expression changed, and,she clutched her belly, copsing onto the sofa as, if feeling painfully unwell.


    Startled, I was about to call for a doctor when Bryant pushed past me, rushing to Margaret. "Are you okay? I''ll get a doctor."