Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 140

His voice was calm, yet it carried a chill that could make one's blood run cold.

It seemed, if Allen dared, he would crush Allen's hand without hesitation.

This was perhaps the first time I truly felt what it was like to be protected by him.

But, it felt too late, leaving no ripples in my heart.

Allen moved slightly, realizing that he, a burly man, couldn't budge in Bryant's grip. He shivered and quickly explained.

"Mr. Ferguson, it was an accident, I swear!"

Aunt Cheryl looked scared by the confrontation. "Jane…"

I wanted to teach Allen a lesson, but with my aunt looking so frail, it didn't seem right.

I could only tug at Bryant's arm. "Let it go, release him."

Bryant, still seething, wasn't easily persuaded. His gaze fixed on Allen, "Touch her again, and I'll chop off your hands, got it?"

"Yes, yes! I wouldn't dare… You have my word!"

Allen's face turned pale as he hastily assured.

Only then did Bryant release him, and I turned to Allen wearily, "I've paid Auntie's medical bills. As for anything else, drop it."

"You…"

Allen was clearly unhappy, but confronted with Bryant's menacing look, he remained silent.

Then, I helped Aunt Cheryl into her room, and couldn't help but ask, "Has… has Uncle ever hit you over these years?"

She sat on the bed, her head down, pondering for a while before managing a comforting smile. "No, dear, he was just angry. He's never laid a hand on me, don't worry."

"Okay…"

I couldn't probe further. After ensuring she was comfortable and her illness was taken care of, I stood to leave.