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."

the milk closer. "Just drink it

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

arched an eyebrow.

her head. "No, but the thought makes me sick. I can't drink it." Realizing he

the window, making it

moment, then handed

her a blanket and a

The flight attendant

them with a polite, quiet

the seat into

lay down with her back to him, pulled the blanket over herself, and slipped on the mask, determined to

the back of her head for a few seconds,

calm. The flight passed

next morning, the private

night was a jumble of restless,

a dull ache throbbed behind

plane, a gust of morning wind hit her, making the

brow furrowed, followed

already