Lost Me Gained Regret

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Chapter 137 But I couldn't change the fact that he was my uncle! He could use this relationship to spout nonsense in front of Bryant! “Jane, that's a bit cold, don't you think?" Leroy chucked the bag of chips onto the table, putting on a show of pretending to be att wise. "I get it, your husband had a fling, right? Saw it with my own eyes. That woman? Not even close to you in looks. Just another Instagram face. Let him have his fun, he'll get bored and cback." Infidelity seemed like a feather's weight to these morally bank pt men.

I struggled to keep my temper in check, "Listen, I don't need yor involvement in this, got it?" "Got it." Allen was the poster child for how not to age gracefully, flashing his yellowed smoker's teeth in a greedy smile, "Fine, keep Mr. Ferguson out of this if you like. But if you can cough up thirty grand a month and sort out a decent job for Leroy, I'll stay out of your hair." "Why don't you just rob a bank?" My temper flared, "Hearloud and clear, not a dfromto you, ever again." "I'm gonna sue you! I brought you up, but now you won't look after me. I'll make sure everyone knows!" "Go ahead!" My voice rose, "I have records of every penny I've sent over the years. What about you? How much did you spend onwhile I was with you? What did I ever ask from you?" All those years, every household chore waited for me. Barely eight and struggling to mop the floor, I had to kneel and scrub again and again.

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If not for my late school hours, cooking would've fallen totoo.

My aunt tried to help, only for him to rant about the pointlessness of raising a 'useless' kid, threatening to kickout.

Even hiring a maid requires providing a living space.

His gambling addiction drained my part-tearnings several times.

And now he was talking of parental grace? Too late for that! "You ungrateful brat!" 1/2 10:03 Chroter 137 Allen glared, his face, often flushed from drinking, contorted in rage, "Don't act high and mighty. I know exactly how much you'll get from divorcing Mr. Ferguson. Even a trickle from that fortune could sustain us." "First off, I'm not getting a fortune." I stood firm, emphasizing each word, "And even if I did, what's it to you? The law mandates support for elders, not leeches!" "What did you say?!" Allen's fury peaked, and he raised his hand to strike, but Leroy quickly stepped in, signaling him to calm down, "Dad!" Then, turning to me, Leroy suggested, "How about we both giv in a little? Geta decent position at Ferguson Group, with a contract, say a hundred grand a year, and you won't have to worry about sending money home." Their shamelessness leftspeechless.

Like father, like son.

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Demanding a hundred grand job with just an associate's degree, no experience, no skills.

I frowned, "A hundred grand? In your dream!"

"You..." Leroy choked on his words, and Allen, pushing him aside, gritted his teeth, "You're so stubborn, Jah'e. It's obvious Mr. Ferguson still has feelings for you. Just ask him, sort out Leroy's job, and everyone's happy!" "Forget it, it's not up for discussion." Divorcing and still clinging to my ex-husband for favors? I couldn't do it.

Allen scoffed, threatening, "You won't go? Fine, we'll go ourselvest I refuse to believe be your uncle isn't worth a job with Bryant Ferguson!" "I'd love to see how that turn out."

A tall, commanding figure suddenly appeared at the door, his gaze sharp as a hawks, lightly resting on Allen.

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