Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

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.

Ferdinand, a flash

obvious-she didn't recognize

hope in Briony's chest

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 less

searching movements and realized he was right. Compared to before, this

"Bryn..."

cheek to the glass, whispering Briony's name over and over. Briony started toward

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

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

blinked, turning

and fear still

"It's me, Mom."

steps, wary and confused, fixated on

faster and

stood up immediately. "Stop there. Give her a moment—let

few paces away, watching her mother

back,

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

the window decal. "Bryn...wait

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

she reached up, awkwardly touching the tears on

down

tears, but the more she wiped, the more Briony cried, and

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

Bryn.

her mother into a hug, gently rubbing her back. "It's okay, Mom. I'm done crying. We're