Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 286

"I'm back in Northborough."

"What?" Cedric Clarke sounded genuinely shocked. "Why on earth did you come back?"

"I want to visit my son."

Cedric paused at that. After a moment, he replied, "You won't be able to get into

the Wentworth family cemetery."

"That's why I'm calling you."

Cedric let out a weary sigh. "Well, for Star's sake, I guess I'll just keep playing the part of the disloyal friend."

Briony pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

"I'll head over now," Cedric said. "If you get there before I do, just wait for me."

"Alright."

After ending the call, Briony turned to gaze out the window, her eyes dark and distant.

...

About half an hour later, the taxi pulled up outside the Wentworth family cemetery.

Briony paid the fare and stepped out into the cool evening air.

Her phone rang inside her bag—it was James.

Rosita," he sighed. "But they were all taken down within half a day. Just like four years ago.

Stewart protecting her, but Garry as well. She

"What do you mean?"

climb even higher," Briony

later, she heard a car

Clarke

four years-if anything, he looked a little older, a little

once-over. "You look much better than

your help, Dr. Clarke.

flatter me. I only helped

softly but

Cedric said. "I'll talk to the groundskeeper. But I can't

matter," Briony replied quietly. "If I had the nerve to come back to Northborough, I'm

her in surprise.

divorce," Briony said, meeting his eyes. "You know, I have help these days-someone powerful. Stewart may not be able to hold

his lips together, hesitating before asking, "I've wondered about this for four years. Now that you've reached

just smiled, giving him no

“Fine. Given my history with Stewart, I suppose it makes sense you'd

to look at him, her expression earnest. "It's just... sometimes it's

a moment, then smiled.

to her son's

small headstone— smaller than any

is right next to him," Cedric said softly, standing nearby. He watched as Briony bowed her head in silent grief. "He was a kind old man. He loved Stewart very much. Your son isn't alone-he's with someone who'll look after

lingered on the cold stone, noting that there wasn't even a

even know

can't help but wonder-if he'd survived, would he have looked

I couldn't protect him. I don't know if he blames me... for

streaming down