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

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

arched an eyebrow.

"No, but the thought makes me sick. I can't drink it." Realizing he had no intention of

out the window, making it clear the conversation

then handed the mug

a blanket

attendant offered the

a polite,

recline the seat

down with her back to him, pulled the blanket over herself,

stared at the back of her head for a few seconds, then

the night sky was calm.

the private jet

well at all. Her night was

woke, a dull ache throbbed behind her

off the plane, a gust of morning wind hit her, making the headache flare

furrowed, followed behind Stewart and the others at a

black van-was already waiting