<b>Chapter </b><b>393</b>
Gregory returned to his usual mboyant and unpredictable self, leaving everyone around him guessing his next move.
Meanwhile, in the Myers family, Bryant had pulled some strings to find a reclusive medical guru to help Ramona. The expert came out of hiding to examine her, attempting to detoxify her from the roots. The reason Ramona had been in aa was due to toxins affecting her heart, something the hospital’s emergency treatments hadn’t addressed at the core.
After apany dinner one evening, Mollygged behind the rest of the
employees, walking beside me, a
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employees, walking beside me, and asked tentatively, “Do you ever think you never loved my brother?”
I knew she was asking for Gregory. But just the day before, Klein had called to
warn me.
I just smiled and said, “Never.”
“Never what?” Bryant came striding over, confidently stopping before me, “Honey, I’m here to pick you up.”
These days, he was the picture of a doting husband, always there to drop me off and pick me up from work, no matter the weather.
But once we returned to the Ferguson Mansion, I’d head straight to my room and lock the door behind me.
He tried every trick in the book to please me, thinking of ways to make me smile. But for some reason, it all felt wrong. In some things, once the moment passed, no gesture seemed to matter anymore. I saw a reflection of my old
self in him.
“Jane, please open the door. I got some milk for you. It might help you sleep.”
Bryant stood outside, knocking. “The staff told me you didn’t sleep against night.”
If I didn’t open, he’d keep knocking. Just like <b>at </b>the dinner table, he <b>wouldn’t </b>let me leave if I didn’t eat. He thought I was acting stubborn, but <b>I </b><b>couldn’t </b>stomach any food. The smell made me <b>nauseous</b>.
08:59
I opened the door, took the ss, forced myself to drink it <b>all</b>, and <b>handed </b><b>him </b>back the empty ss. “Happy now?”
Then I closed the door again, relocked it, and ran to the bathroom to throw <b>up </b>everything.
Afterward, I took a pen and crossed off the day’s date on the calendar on my desk.
Only seven days were left. In seven days, no one could control me anymore.
With days to go, I improved my work efficiency, stayingte with Jeff to finalize the summer designs.
One afternoon, as I made myself a coffee for a caffeine boost, the cup slipped from my hand, shattering and sshing hot coffee over my foot. My heart started racing. A wave of unease spread over me.
Later, Christine rushed into my office, looking panicked. “Jane, are you okay?”
“Huh? What do you mean?” I looked up from my designs, confused.
Christine took a deep breath, trying to look casual as she grabbed my phone. “My phone’s dead. Can I y some games on yours?”
“Don’t you have a charger? I can lend you one,” I said.
I reached to unplug mine, but Christine shook her head, “No need. It’s charging. <b>It </b>gets too hot when I y games while it’s plugged in.”
Knowing she was a gaming enthusiast, I didn’t think much of it and returned to work. “Okay then.”
Christine tiptoed to sit on my desk, ying games, and asked, “Did you go for a follow–up at the hospital these past few days? Did the medication help?”
I didn’t look up. “Much better.”
Christine said, “With all these orders, you’ve hardly looked away from your sketchpad. Try to rest your eyes on something green once in a while. <b>Cut </b>down on phone time, or you’ll need a guide dog.”
“Hmm.” I sensed she was hinting at something, <b>so </b>I looked <b>up</b><b>, </b><b>“</b><b>Chris</b><b>, </b><b>are </b><b>you </b>hiding something from me?”
She shook her head frantically. “No.”
I reached for my phone, saying, “Give it here.”RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only
Christine refused. “I’m in the middle of a game!”
“Who ys games in portrait mode?” I snatched the phone back but found nothing suspicious, looking at Christine skeptically. “Did you delete
something?”
“No,” she insisted.
At that moment, someone in the open office area yelled, “Molly, slow down!”
I sprang up so suddenly that I almost twisted my ankle. But I barely felt the pain and rushed out. “What happened to Molly?”
“No clue. Molly just mumbled something and bolted.”
“It seems something happened to her brother.”