Chapter 164
I might as well curse her like hell every day!
Bryant had a helpless look in his eyes. “You don’t have to keep her in your thoughts anymore. I’ve decided to send her abroad. She won’t be in your way ever again…”
“But Margaret killed my baby!” My voice shattered the silence, a hysterical cry I had never let out. My eyes were aching. “Bryant, she knew I was pregnant! She did it on purpose. She killed my baby. How can you expect me to let it go like that?”
Bryant’s pupils narrowed, his gaze turning as sharp as poisoned arrows at Margaret. His face darkened in an instant.
Margaret jumped, scared out of her wits. She shook her head frantically didn’t… Bry! How could I have known? Even you didn’t know! If Jane hadn’t told you, how could she have told me?”
Margaret looked helpless, feeling as if the weight of a grave injustice was bearing down on her
Beyond reason, my hand flew across her face, delivering a resounding slap. I glared at her fiercely, “You won’t admit it, huh?”
“I didn’t! I truly didn’t know! Why would you accuse me of such a thing? My baby is gone too…”
Snap! I was like a madwoman, giving her another slap and grabbing her hair like a shrew, my teeth clenched in anger. “I’m asking you one more time. Do you admit it?”
‘I didn’t know…” Her eyes nearly spilled with hatred, but before Bryant, she could only pretend to be pitiful. “Bry… she’s gone mad. Save me, please!”
Snap!
Snap!
Snap!
I slapped her repeatedly, tasting the metallic tang of blood in my mouth, my eyes burning with rage. “Will you admit it or not?!” “No! Stop!” It seemed Margaret was finally scared by my onslaught, her eyes filled with terror as she looked at Bryant. “Bry! Won’t you do something?”
As I was about to slap her again, Bryant enveloped me in his arms, trembling all over. “Leave it to me, Leave it to me, Jane!”
“You care for her now?”
I glared at him, never having hated someone so much, and struggled desperately. “Let me go! She has to admit today that she killed my baby!”
Bryant held me tighter, not allowing me to move, his hand soothing my back, trying to calm me down, his voice hoarse. “I care for you. I
do!”
Suddenly, I laughed uncontrollably, tasting the bitterness in my smile. “You care for me? Then why did you save her and not me? Bryant, you’re so fake! You jerk!”
I was overwhelmed with hatred. I hated Bryant and Margaret!
“I was wrong. I’m sorry.” Bryant clung to me desperately, his chin resting on my head, repeatedly apologizing, “Sweetheart, it was my fault. I’m sorry.”
“Bry…” With her face swollen like a balloon from my slaps, Margaret looked over in disbelief, jealousy filling her eyes. “Bry, she hit me! She hit me. Why are you apologizing to her?”