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.

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

or his people because of me. I want him to

known

lot, her burden. And she was tired.

survival meant a threat to her children,

life-nothing more, nothing

to live freely, she would at least fight

wanted her children

next morning, Stewart was preparing

on seeing

left, Stewart went to

open the door and

At the sound of his footsteps, she turned

she said quietly, no

been paying attention, he might have noticed something different about

his emotions running wild beneath a calm

felt final,

of never seeing her

him. Still, he

f to act normal.