As | thought about her marriage life, it was clear she didn’t have it easy, which made me feel quite mncholic. “Auntie...”


    She gently patted my head, herforting touch familiar. “Oh, sweetie, talk to me. Why are you getting a divorce?”


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    Aunt Cheryl and my dad actually looked quite alike around their eyes and brows. Every time | looked at her, | felt this warm


    sense of familiarity.


    Her question broke the dam holding back my tears, and | found myself sobbing uncontrobly in her embrace. “I... | lost my


    baby, Auntie. He was already forming hands and feet... but | couldn’t protect him. | failed him!”


    She soothingly rubbed my back,forting me with her gentle pats. “Oh, honey, life and children, it''s all about timing and fate.


    It''s not your fault. It was just not meant to be this


    time.”


    “l was so... so looking forward to his arrival.”


    | yearned for a true family member of my own,


    Laying in her arms, | cried for what felt like an eternity until my sobs finally began to subside. She wiped away my tears, “If


    you''ve thought it through and want a divorce, then do it. | support you.”


    “Okay...”


    After a long heart-to-heart with Aunt Cheryl, | wouldn’t let her say no to the $200,000 before finally getting up to leave.


    She assured me that her money should be enough, but I suspected she was just trying not to worry me. If it hadn’t been for her


    taking me in back then, | would have been left to fend for myself against the cold, hunger, and debt collectors.


    Some debts of gratitude are just impossible to repay.


    Exiting the room, | found Allen, who had been lounging on a hallway chair, suddenly perk


    ‘ib


    “And, you know, BlessedCare Medical


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    Facility has rooms, right? Auntie’s illness isn’t going to improve overnight, and | heard those hospital beds are prettyfy. It''d


    give me a chance to rest properly. Can you sort one out for us?”


    | was momentarily speechless. Not wanting him to stir up another argument with Aunt Cheryl, | reluctantly agreed, “Alright.”


    After all, Bryant and | weren''t divorced yet, and hadn’t really used my Mrs. Ferguson


    title


    for much. Requesting a hospital room before the divorce didn’t seem too unreasonable.


    However, as soon as | reached the inpatient floor, the sound ofmotion hit my ears.


    “Stop! Ah! Why aren’t you guys stopping them!”


    It was Margaret’s voice.


    Bryant sure did treasure her. After her


    miscarriagest night, she wes ae


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    Bledde Care Medical Facility, and


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    The entrance was crowded with nurses. | intended to ignore it, but a nce inside the room as | passed left me stunned.


    Bryant and Mark were in the midst of a heated brawI!


    It was a full-on fight, punchesnding with thuds, a far cry from their days of close friendship.


    What shocked me more was Mark''s


    transformation. Known for his gentle


    demeanor, he now ydeda chilling


    spaaatieoinig ryant to the


    ground, his voice cold as ice, “Bryant,


    how could you treat her this way?


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    His voice, usually so soft, now carried a bone-chilling coldness.


    Both men were visibly injured, but


    Bryant, wiping blood from his lip-with


    a thumb, respon ataunting


    humb, respopdeckith ataunti


    silé, “ &n''t matter what kind of


    man | am, she’s still my wife. Can you


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