Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 170

The raspy-voiced man kicked Allen hard, grabbing a whiskey bottle and pressing it against his forehead. "You moron, you think you can fool Lloyd like that? Mrs. Ferguson? Bullshit! Mr. Ferguson is out there buying tampons for his new chick, and you expect him to cover your gambling debts for his ex-wife's uncle?"

Caught off guard, Allen fell on his butt, scrambling to get in front of the man in charge. "Lloyd, Lloyd! I swear I'm not pulling your leg. She is Bryant’s wife. Didn’t you see my wife’s hospital room when you guys went to the hospital that day? If Bryant wasn’t looking out for her, could my wife have stayed in the BlessedCare Medical Facility?"

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I glared at him furiously. "Allen! You ungrateful jerk, do you think I would've begged Bryant for that hospital room if not for my aunt? And now, you're using this to screw me over?"

Allen ignored me, clinging to Lloyd's legs. "Lloyd, even at its worst, an elephant is still bigger than a rabbit. Even if she's divorced Bryant, wouldn't he give her some money? Ten million is nothing to her!"

Ten million? This deadbeat had the nerve to run up such a gigantic gambling debt.

I was furious. "Have you no shame? I didn't get a dime from the divorce, not a single dime!"

"Jane..." Allen crawled back, his smile slimy. "Do me this favor, just ten million. I'll take good care of your aunt after."

"No way." I flatly refused.

After all, my aunt was about to divorce him, and here he was, shamelessly pleading.