Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 541

Briony understood what he was getting at. "Ms. Riley spoke to me today."

Carl hesitated, then asked, "So... you already know?"

She nodded. "Yes, I'm aware of everything about Stewart's condition."

Hope flickered in Carl's eyes. "Then... would you be willing to talk to Mr. Wentworth? Maybe persuade him?"

Briony's expression remained calm. "I'm sorry."

The expectation drained from Carl's face in an instant.

But he knew—Briony had no obligation to intervene with Stewart again. And Stewart himself certainly wouldn't want her to know, much less for them to secretly come begging her for help. If Stewart ever found out, he'd probably be furious.

Suppressing his emotions, Carl gave Briony a polite nod. "Ms. Kensington, I'll be heading back then."

Briony stopped him. "Wait a moment-let me get something for you."

Carl paused, a faint glimmer of hope returning. "Of course. I'll wait."

Briony turned and walked back inside. She went to her room, retrieved a thick photo album, and handed it to Carl.

He took the album, heavy in his hands.

"This is every photo of Little Nina from birth to her first birthday," Briony explained. “There's also a flash drive inside. It has videos I recorded of her up to age three. Give them to Stewart."

as he

him about his illness," Briony continued quietly. "Just tell him this is a farewell gift from Little Nina. If he truly loves his child, maybe just maybe he'll find the strength to try again

what Briony was doing, and he felt deeply moved on

grow

at his eyes, and headed out

...

the two

just finished making tea and was waiting

down in the

used a pair of tongs to hand her a steaming cup. "Do you think giving

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said, lifting

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taking a few minutes to catch

head. "Fred really is the black sheep of the family Give a greedy fool like him a

staying silent. But

chaos that had overtaken