Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 297

Briony had barely finished reading the message when Stewart's call came

through.

This time, she didn't hesitate-she picked up right away.

"Stewart, what did you mean by that message you sent me?"

"It's a long story," Stewart's voice was low and serious. "Pack your bags and meet me at the airport. I'll explain everything there."

Briony frowned. "You haven't told me anything. Why should I trust you?"

"When Ms. Hudson disappeared all those years ago, I hired an international search-and-rescue team. While the police were still searching the Pearbrook area, my team was already combing the coastline and open waters. We've never stopped looking, not even for a single year."

Briony's grip tightened around her phone. "So... you're telling me my mother might still be alive?"

"The latest report says she's alive, but we can't be completely sure yet," Stewart replied. “That's why I need you to come in person."

Briony closed her eyes. "Stewart, this better not be a cruel joke."

"I've always blamed myself for what happened to Ms. Hudson. No one wants her

more than I do." Stewart's tone was grave

thoughts swirled with

Stewart-not for

her mother. If there was even a sliver of hope,

with you," she said. “But I'm

"James?"

which was

said. "Where we're going is pretty remote-it'll take at least a

Remote?

do you really trust me so

"You're right. I don't

a professional team with me. All you have

and said nothing. She

her room,

White stepped out, cradling Little Nina, who was

yet again, Gwendolyn looked puzzled. "Another business

paused, folding a sweater. "Stewart

knit together. "What does he want this time?"