Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 512

Briony stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold, her eyes calm and unreadable.

Ferdinand glared at Stewart, his eyes bloodshot. "If you ever dare humiliate Bryn again, I swear I won't let you off so easily!"

Carl rushed over, grabbing Ferdinand and pulling him away from Stewart with force.

Stumbling back a few steps, Ferdinand straightened up, tugged his collar back into place where Carl had yanked it askew, and continued to glare at Stewart. "Mr. Wentworth, are you alright?" Carl asked anxiously, his own eyes rimmed with red.

Stewart steadied himself, gently brushing Carl's hand away. He lifted a hand to his lips, stifling a cough, swallowing the metallic taste of blood that rose in his throat.

At a distance, Briony's gaze never left Stewart. She stood as if carved from stone, her face a blank mask.

Stewart wiped a smear of blood from the corner of his mouth. "I'm fine. Just a scratch."

Carl glanced down at Stewart's clenched fists, hanging at his sides and trembling ever so slightly, worry etched deep on his face.

Mr. Wentworth was already pushing himself too hard-now he'd taken a punch from Ferdinand as well.

had clearly seen Stewart cough up blood just now, but Stewart had forced

turned to Barrie. "Those videos and photos of Rosita-how much

scandalous footage. “Still hopelessly in love with Rosita, are you, Mr. Wentworth? Even now, after she's ruined her reputation and run off to Ferguson, you're still trying to protect her? I guess some people

Barrie meant every word for

Mr. Lockwood to contact me when

suit jacket, squared his shoulders, and strode toward the

heard her speak quietly. "Little Nina asked

stopped in his tracks, turning slightly to

meeting his dark, inscrutable

The air

came over, speaking to Briony in a gentle voice. "After everything he's done to you, you still want to vote

Ferdinand. Her eyes never

Stewart gave a cold laugh, lowering his head to pull a handkerchief from

on him, noting the bruises and

he fixed his eyes on Briony. "Why bother, Briony? If you want to vote for

remained impassive, her eyes