Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 300

Briony lowered her gaze, staring at her tightly clasped hands. "I heard it's still pretty backward over there."

"It is," Stewart replied. "Most young people leave the island to find work elsewhere. The people who stay are mostly older-middle-aged or elderly."

Briony took a deep breath, summoning her courage. "Do you know if my mother's all right?"

Stewart hesitated. "It's hard to say for now."

She turned sharply to look at him, every nerve in her body suddenly on edge. "What does that mean?"

Just then, a flight attendant appeared with a mug of warm milk.

Stewart took the mug and held it out to Briony. "Have some milk, try to get some sleep."

But the last thing Briony wanted right now was to drink milk and fall asleep.

"Stewart, you can be honest with me. I'm going to have to face the truth eventually," she insisted.

He sighed. "You'll find out soon enough. There's no point in rushing it."

milk closer. "Just drink it and

at the milk, her expression cool. “I'm not thirsty. Take

an eyebrow. "Worried I poisoned

head. "No, but the thought makes me sick. I can't drink it." Realizing he had no intention of telling her about her mother, Briony

making it clear the conversation

handed

blanket and a sleep

sir." The flight attendant offered

them with a

recline the seat

with her back to him, pulled the blanket over

a few seconds, then finally closed his eyes

the night sky was calm.

the next morning, the private jet landed at Southern

at all. Her night was a

woke, a dull ache throbbed behind

plane, a gust of morning wind

furrowed, followed behind Stewart and the others at a

already waiting near