Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 309

Briony had left everything in the lawyer's hands.

Of course, she hoped things would go smoothly in court. But even with Mr.

Chadwick's handpicked attorney on their side, she knew there was no guarantee

of victory.

What kept her up at night, though, was the thought of losing Little Nina.

She couldn't shake Stewart's words from the other day. No matter what, she

would never give up custody of Little Nina. But if Stewart really wanted to fight her for their daughter...

Her phone's ringtone jolted her out of her anxious thoughts.

She glanced at the screen.

An unknown number.

Briony had long since stopped answering calls from numbers she didn't

recognize. She declined it without a second thought.

She set her phone aside and rolled over, hoping for a few more precious minutes of sleep. The past week had been a blur of hospital corridors and late nights by her mother's side; she was running on fumes.

But the call came again, more insistent this time.

Annoyed, Briony answered, "Who is this?"

"It's me." Garry Ferguson's voice filtered through the line.

then let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Mr.

ceases to

years ago—her name, her papers, even her phone number. Yet somehow, Garry had still

wasn't sick, I wouldn't have bothered

softened immediately. Little Mario

asked, "How is he

then added, "I took him to the clinic you recommended. Dr. Ellsworth did some massage therapy

checked the time-already half past three. "Little Nina's

been playing together the other night. With a sigh,

Briony splashed her face with cold

Winslow, and Gwendolyn White were chatting over tea in

her, James asked, "Heading out

it's about

you," James said, getting up. "I've got

go."

then turned to Carney. "Godfather, Garry's bringing little Mario over. The

sick?" Gwendolyn looked concerned. "Is

Ellsworth

to the new

he shouldn't come over. We can't risk Little

a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I made

are always careful

Nina.

thanked him and

3:50 p.m.

pulled up in front of Little

to open the

slacks. The evening sun washed over him, making his striking

parent to arrive, but he certainly

with families gathering to pick up their