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."

closer. "Just

at the milk, her expression cool. “I'm

arched an eyebrow. "Worried I

drink it." Realizing he had no intention

out the window, making it clear the conversation

for a moment, then handed the mug

her a blanket and a

flight attendant offered

accepted them with a

the seat into

to him, pulled the blanket over herself, and

her head for a few seconds, then finally closed his eyes

was calm. The

private jet landed at Southern

slept well at all. Her night was a

dull ache throbbed behind her

off the plane, a gust of morning wind

and, with her brow furrowed, followed behind

van-was already