Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 613

"Utter nonsense!" Stewart's scowl deepened. "Bryn doesn't understand any of this. Ferdinand's obsession with her is my fault-how could you just let her go back to him?"

"But Ferdinand has already set his sights on the children," the assistant said quietly. "Ms. Kensington made it clear-she's not doing this for the greater good, and it's not about you. She's doing it for the kids. That's all."

Stewart froze, his anger draining into stunned silence.

Mr. Hoffman looked up at Stewart, his expression grave. "You know as well as I do. Things have reached a dead end."

"Ms. Kensington is innocent in all this, but right now, she's the only one Ferdinand cares about. The only one who can draw him out."

Stewart closed his eyes, jaw tight, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Ferdinand is after Bryn because of me. I dragged her into this mess."

"It's not all your fault," Mr. Hoffman said gently.

Stewart opened his eyes, confusion flickering there. "What do you mean?"

With a sigh, Mr. Hoffman replied, "Ms. Kensington confided in me recently. She said that night, more than nine years ago, when she met you by chance-she also happened to save Ferdinand. Looking back, it must have been during that raid. Ferdinand was wounded while escaping. By sheer coincidence, Ms. Kensington, not knowing who he was, helped him.”

Stewart stared at Mr. Hoffman, his voice barely above a whisper. "Bryn saved Ferdinand..."

"Ferdinand's mind isn't... right. He believes Ms. Kensington saved his life, changed his fate. Now he's convinced that since

never choose to

Fred Wentworth's shadow, surrounded by

always bound for this tangle, whether you realized it or not." Mr. Hoffman had seen too

Ms. Kensington-maybe, from the very start, you

ending with Bryn a long time ago. All I want now is for her

Hoffman said quietly. "Just like Miss Mary. The organization

a new life, but it came at a cost. We

lost herself to

thought she'd finally fonet

yourself apart and building

process,

That became her undoing.

Mary. Mary always knew exactly what she was getting into.

other hand, was dragged

if she wanted out-she never had a

"She didn't deserve any of this.

his shoulder. "Even without you, the night she