Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 338

Mrs. Prescott was a soft-hearted woman. In the end, she forgave Gavin.

At this point, Rosita couldn't help but sigh. "Word is, Gavin's turned into the ultimate doting husband lately. He and Mrs. Prescott are even planning a big thirtieth anniversary party-sometime at the end of the month, I think?"

Lauren was so furious she hung up on the spot.

Hearing the abrupt click and the busy signal that followed, Rosita's mood soared.

She knew that Lauren wouldn't be able to stomach the thought of Gavin living so well. There was no way she'd just let it go.

Give it a few days, and Lauren would lose her composure and go looking for Gavin.

And when that moment came, it would be the lowest point of Lauren's life.

A cold, calculating smile tugged at Rosita's lips as she contemplated her little victory.

Just then, her phone started ringing again—an unfamiliar number this time.

Rosita didn't think much of it and hung up right away.

After taking a shower and getting changed, she found her phone still buzzing insistently with the same number.

She hesitated, but finally answered. "Hello? Who is this?"

"It's me. Ottilie Kensington."

"I have something

"What is

"It's about Briony."

up. Something

she repeated, more cautious

show you in

moment, then said, "Fine. Come find me at the Lunar Heights

a month had passed since Briony

had already

ver

her daughter to preschool before heading to her studio. Word had spread among her old clients that she was back, and they were practically tripping over

focus was no

been engrossed in a project for an

animation blended traditional culture with her exquisite hand-drawn art; every frame passed

she spent her time

same roof, but in reality, it was rare for the entire family to bez together except at dinner.

made Briony's life easier these past two weeks:

morning, Briony's phone

Northborough?" Briony paused, paintbrush in hand.

patient asked me to come, so they flew me in by private jet," Ferdinand replied, his voice