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.

is my fate, then so be it." She drew a shaky breath. "I'll go back

let him betray his mission or his people because of me. I want him to see his duty through

known what a whole family

life-her lot, her burden. And

her children,

was life-nothing

freely, she would

she was gone, she wanted

next morning, Stewart was preparing to

Hoffman insisted on seeing him

to

pushed open the door and stepped

bed. At the sound

she said quietly, no

he'd been paying attention, he might have noticed something

Stewart's thoughts were a tangled mess, his emotions running wild beneath a calm

felt

seeing

inside him. Still,

f to act normal.