Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 89

Stewart's sudden, softened tone caught Rosita off guard. She looked at him, her brows knitting in silent confusion.

But Briony had no time to dwell on Stewart's change in attitude.

Right now, all she cared about was finding her mother.

Any lead, any glimmer of hope-she refused to let it slip by.

She fixed Stewart with a fierce stare. "My mom's missing."

Stewart's brow furrowed. "When did this happen?"

"Last night. After she left your office."

Briony's gaze was icy, her resentment barely concealed.

Stewart flinched under her glare. “Briony, do you really think your mother's disappearance has something to do with me?"

"She vanished right after seeing you! Who else am I supposed to come to?!"

Her voice broke, anger and desperation colliding. Briony's chest heaved, and for a moment the room spun. She pressed her lips together, fighting back tears that threatened to spill from her reddened eyes.

She'd spent the entire night searching-she was at her breaking point.

Stewart's indifference now, all the frustration she'd bottled

at the hospital last

have been dragged through the mud online, and my mom wouldn't think

agreed to your arrangement five

her accusations, his handsome features

his dark eyes, unflinching. "If I could

expression darkened completely, something hot and furious rising in

to talk to your mother yesterday," he said, his voice cold

front of her, realizing

thought she couldn't possibly be let down by Stewart any further, but he always managed

lips. "Right. I'm just

deepened as he

misunderstood Stewart." Rosita stepped up beside Stewart, looking at Briony with wide,

was there when your mother visited yesterday. Stewart's been caught up in a tough case lately, and he happened to step outside to take a call when Ms. Hudson arrived. She waited in the

voice sharp. "Then tell me what

Ms. Hudson. She already thought I was the other woman because she knew about the divorce, so she was cold to me. I offered her some tea, but she refused, left her gift, and

purse and see if you're carrying a marriage certificate? Ms.

face went pale, tears springing to her

Maybe your performance works on the gullible, but

didn't say anything. Please, tell Ms. Kensington—I didn't even