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.

it." She drew a shaky breath. "I'll go back to Ferdinand myself. Mr. Hoffman, please...

rather die," she said, 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

poor children had never truly known what

lot, her burden. And

threat to her children, then she would end it

was life-nothing more,

would at least fight one more

wanted her children to live

next morning, Stewart was

Hoffman insisted on seeing him off in

Stewart went to see Briony one

pushed open the door and

At the sound of his footsteps, she turned

she said quietly, no longer calling

might have noticed something

a tangled mess, his emotions running wild beneath

felt final,

never seeing

him. Still, he

f to act normal.