NovelApp| Chapter 127 Hearing that, I was totally blindsided.
Did I cause this fight? Mark's eyes suddenly dimmed, as if he was lost in thought, and Bryant took the opportunity to flip over and strike back! He pinned Mark against the wall, his eyes brewing a storm, his expression icy, "Mark, only Jane would be naive enough to think you're skind of knight in shining armor!" "And what about you? What do you think you are?" Mark lift his head, his eyes flickering with a mocking laughter, "Do you think you deserve her? Sh 100..." At that, a shiver ran through me, and just as Bryant's fist was about to make contact, I rushed forward to shield Mark, "Mark! Stop talking!" Bryant's fist narrowly missed my face, slamming into the wall nstead, his expression turning frosty in an instant! His eyes were locked tight, filled with a tempestuous rage as he sneered, “Jane, you care about him this much?" Linstinctively wanted to explain, but theh, why should I? He never offeredan explanation. He would drop everything at Margaret's call, always taking her side unconditionally.
Compared to what he'd done, my actions were nothing.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI met his gaze firmly, no longer bothering to deny, "Just following your lead." Mark glanced at me, the hostility in his eyes fading away as he spoke softly, "Why are you at the hospital? Did you..." He paused, perhaps knowing I wouldn't want Bryant to know my miscarriage, and changed his inquiry, “Are you feeling alright?" "Mark, I'm fine, I cto see my aunt." My heart warmed at his concern, making the disappointment in Bryant feel even more profound.
My friends would always ask about my well-being first.
But Bryant didn't care at all.
Seeing the tension betweenand Bryant, Margaret couldn't resist adding fuel to the fire, her voice soft and gentle, "Seems like the rumors on the company forum weren't false after all. Your relationship with the out of favor Mr. Larson has developed to an 10:02 Chapter 127 interesting stage." make a scandal out ofand Mark.
She was eager to m I didn't want to explain, but that didn't mean she could twist the story as she pleased, "Margaret, maybe you should figure out who the father of the child you just lost was! Moving on so quickly after such an ordeal, and having someone else's husband take care of you, couldn't do that if it were me." A direct hit. Slander. Insults.
Who couldn't play that game? Watching Margaret's face turn, I realized that indulging in this low-brow satisfaction felt surprisingly good.
After all, I wasn't making things up out of thin air like she was, was merely stating the facts.
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The medical staff outside hadn't dispersed yet, and their gaze on Margaret turned umed curion Margaret suddenly clutched her stomach and slumped into the sofa, pulling Bryant's hand with a pitiful look, "Bry, I feel so terrible..." Not this act again.
I had no interest in staying to watch their melo. After Bryant poured her a glass of warm water, I cut to the chase, "I need a room, could you arrange that for me?" I had planned to go to the nursing station and request one as Mrs. Ferguson.
But with Bryant here, it was just a matter of him giving the order, which would be much more convenient than trying to prove my identity myself. Bryant straightened up, looking down onwith a thin smile, "Jane, is that how you ask for a favor?" My heart felt like it was being squeezed, bitter and pained, as I looked at him in disbelief.
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