Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 610

Mr. Hoffman let out a quiet, almost amused chuckle. "Ms. Kensington, when did you find out that Blair was actually Mr. Wentworth's?"

"Not long ago," Briony replied, anxiety flickering in her eyes. "Mr. Hoffman, has Stewart gone to find Ferdinand?"

"He meant to," Mr. Hoffman answered, his tone candid. "But he hasn't left yet. There are some things he needs to take care of first. Once he's finished, he'll go."

His honesty was disarming, and Briony understood immediately.

"You want me to stop him, don't you?"

Mr. Hoffman regarded the woman before him, a hint of admiration in his gaze. "Ms. Kensington, it's no wonder Mr. Seven holds you in such high esteem. You're smart-and remarkably composed."

"If I had a choice," Briony murmured, her eyes growing misty, "I wish I'd never met any of them."

Her voice trembled as she continued. "That night, after I left the police station, I saved Ferdinand by chance. On my way home, lost in thought, I crossed the street at a red light and Stewart's car clipped me. He took me to the hospital. While we were there, he offered me his card and talked about compensation. I saw he was a lawyer, and I thought maybe we could work together... make a deal."

Mr. Hoffman sighed, a deep, knowing sound. "Maybe it's just fate."

"These two-half-brothers-both crossed my path that very same night."

Briony's voice was calm, echoing softly in the quiet room. Mr. Hoffman listened in silence.

be it." She drew a shaky breath. "I'll go back

her voice steady, "than let him betray his mission or his people because of me. I want him to see his duty through to the end. When it's all over, I hope he'll give our children all the

known what a whole family felt

was Briony's life-her lot, her

Ferdinand's survival meant a threat to her children, then she would end it with him

life-nothing more,

couldn't choose how to live freely, she would at

she wanted

morning, Stewart was

insisted on seeing him

Stewart went to see Briony one last

pushed open the door and stepped

on the bed. At the sound of his footsteps, she turned her

she said quietly, no

he might have

tangled mess, his emotions running wild beneath a calm

farewell felt final,

seeing

inside him. Still,

f to act normal.