Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 300

Chapter 307

"My mom's calling me!"

Briony shot to her feet, ready to rush over, but Ferdinand reached out and caught her by the wrist just in time.

It was a mild season in the old town, and Briony wore only a short-sleeved shirt. Ferdinand's hand was warm and dry against her skin.

She paused, gaze dropping to his hand on her wrist-long, slender fingers, knuckles sharply defined.

Noticing her glance, Ferdinand quickly let go. "Sorry. I just wanted to tell you- don't go over yet."

Briony barely noticed, her mind wholly on her mother. "I'm worried she'll panic if she can't find me."

"Let's wait and watch a bit," Ferdinand said gently. "Give her a moment to respond on her own."

Briony understood at once. She pressed her lips together and nodded.

The bedroom door opened. Julia stepped out into the hallway.

Briony's eyes locked onto her mother.

"Bryn..."

Julia's gaze swept the living room, immediately catching sight of the new year's garlands strung across the mantel. She glanced around, her eyes soon landing on the frosted floral decals clinging to the glass doors.

"Bryn, Bryn..."

She walked to the patio doors, pressing her palm to the glass, eyes darting nervously about.

and Ferdinand, a flash of panic crossed

obvious-she didn't recognize

in Briony's chest faded

well. Turning the house into a mirror of your childhood home-when Mrs. Hudson woke up to these familiar surroundings, even if she couldn't consciously remember, it must have made her feel safe. Her anxiety is definitely

movements and realized he was right. Compared to

"Bryn..."

Briony's name over and over. Briony started toward her,

to step back right

gentle and coaxing. "Mom, look at me. I'm right

blinked, turning

and fear

"It's me, Mom."

steps, wary and confused, fixated on Briony. "Bryn,

voice rose, repeating "Bryn" faster and

immediately. "Stop there. Give her a

a few paces away, watching her mother

stared back,

"Bryn..." she murmured. "Bryn...year..."

window

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she nodded hard, her voice choked. "Yes, I'm always waiting for

she reached up,

down completely,

the more Briony cried, and soon Julia grew anxious herself, her face crumpling as

were different-no longer the frantic, panicked cries of before. She seemed like a

crying, Bryn. Don't

her back. "It's okay, Mom. I'm done crying. We're

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