Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 436

"I'm telling you the truth-our son is still alive."

"Fine!" Briony drew a shaky breath. "Then give me the address. I'll go bring him home myself."

"Bryn, please, calm down. Just wait three more days. I promise, after that, I'll bring our son home."

"Even now, you're still lying to me!" Briony stared at Stewart, the fragile hope she'd just found already crumbling.

"I'm not lying," Stewart insisted, brow furrowing.

"Unless you let me see him right this second, I won't believe a single word you say ever again!"

Stewart swallowed hard. "It's not possible. Not right now."

Briony let out a bitter laugh. The last bit of hope drained from her expression as she turned away, walking out without a backward glance.

He watched her leave, his eyes dark and conflicted.

As Briony stepped out of the manor, she bumped into Cedric Clarke, who had just climbed out of his car.

"Ms. Kensington," Cedric called after her, concern in his voice. "You and Stewart

"Dr. Clarke," Briony cut him off, her voice trembling. "Is my son alive?"

knitted together. "Stewart

"Have you seen him?"

"I'm sorry, I only found out

a

course. Just as

for a fool once

back a surge of anger, Briony

her car, she slumped over the steering wheel, struggling to

she'd made

longing, only to realize-she'd

thought made her ache with regret. Furious with herself, she slapped her own

too

to protect her

worthy of

and sorrow overwhelmed her. She broke down,

years of grief

at the window, watching her car

Footsteps sounded behind him.

said, voice heavy with

disappeared did Stewart

eyes were haunted, and a clear handprint burned bright