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CHAPTER 151

Chapter 151 

I fumbled in the dark to switch on the light, glancing toward the door, only to find it shut. 

Christine hadn’t closed it. That night, Christine had decided to stay at the hospital to keep me company. Fearing that her presence in the room might disturb my sleep and hinder my recovery, she resolved to sleep on the living room couch, but in case I needed her during the night, she left the door ajar. 

It was evident someone had been in my room. Was it Bryant? I didn’t know. But it didn’t matter anymore. 

Next morning. I woke up and felt a whole lot better 

A nurse brought in a breakfast for two, complete with fresh fruit and chicken soup, quite a feast. 

Christine clicked her tongue. “Wow, your hospital sure knows how to treat its patients.” 

The hurse smiled. “We aim to speed up the patient’s recovery. Plus, the hospital director has designed Mrs. Ferguson’s meal plan.” 

After checking my temperature, the nurse mentioned, “Mrs. Ferguson, you still have a fever. I’ll go and call Professor Franklin to check 

on you.” 

Once the nurse left, Christine gave me a puzzled look. “Are you sure you two are getting divorced?” 

I glanced at her. “What else?” 

“Can we still eat this breakfast?” Christine gestured toward the lavish food, visibly tempted. 

I laughed helplessly. “Divorce doesn’t mean we waste food. Go ahead and eat! 

That was typical of Bryant, always a mix of harshness and sweetness. But I was done playing his games. 

Right after we finished breakfast, Gary entered with several servants, carrying various nutritional supplements like vitamins, probiotics, fish oil, and minerals, quickly filling up half the table. 

With a hint of sorrow and consolation, Gary said, ‘Mrs, Ferguson, I heard about the child… Please don’t be too upset. You and Bryant are still young. There will be more chances to have children. Please take these supplements for now. The Ferguson Mansion has plenty more, and once you get discharged, we’ll ensure you’re well–nourished.” 

“Gary,” I always respected Gary, having been close to Timothy, “this divorce is happening, and there will be no more children. You can take these back.” 

Knowing better than to push further, Gary said, “This is from me, on behalf of Mr. Timothy, not Mr. Bryant. Mr. Timothy always said the Ferguson family owes you. Please accept these. Otherwise, Mr. Timothy would never rest easy.” 

“Okay.” Reluctantly, I agreed. 

Just bringing up Timothy got me all teary–eyed. I dabbed at them and added, “The pendants Timothy gave for the children are still in the safe in my room. I never took them out. Maybe you could retrieve them for me someday and return them to Bryant.” 

Gary set the initial codes of safes at the Ferguson Mansion, and though he had suggested I–change the codes, our stay there was too brief, and I never got around to it. It made things easier. 

Seeing my firm stance, Gary agreed, then hesitated as if he wanted to say more, “Just… take care of yourself.” 

“Gary, is there something you want to tell me?” I couldn’t help but ask. 

After a pause, Gary revealed, “You asked me to look into Mr. Timothy’s medicine, and there’s some progress. But it seems as complicated as you suspected. With your divorce from Mr. Bryant underway, I’m worried it’ll drag you back into trouble.. 

I asked, “You found something?” 

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