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.

she finally noticed Briony and Ferdinand,

was obvious-she didn't

chest faded

a mirror of your childhood home-when Mrs. Hudson woke up

watched her mother's tentative, searching movements and realized he was right. Compared to before, this was

"Bryn..."

glass, whispering Briony's name over and over.

has another episode, you need to step back right away. Otherwise, she

then walked forward, her voice gentle and coaxing. "Mom, look at me. I'm right here,

blinked, turning toward

frowned, uncertainty and

"It's me, Mom."

retreated a few steps, wary and confused, fixated

faster and

there. Give her a

a few paces away, watching her mother closely.

back,

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

at the window decal. "Bryn...wait for

nodded hard, her voice choked. "Yes, I'm always waiting for you to come home

Briony's tears. Tilting her head, she reached up, awkwardly touching the tears

broke down

clumsily tried to wipe her daughter's tears, but the more she wiped, the more Briony cried, and soon Julia grew anxious herself,

different-no longer the frantic, panicked cries of before. She seemed like a lost child, helplessly trying to comfort Briony while wiping away both

Bryn. Don't

back. "It's okay, Mom.

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