Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel 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.

“If this is my fate, then so be it.” She drew a shaky breath. “I’ll go back to Ferdinand myself. Mr. Hoffman, please… keep Stewart from coming after me.”

“I’d 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 he’ll give our children all the love he has left.”

Her poor children had never truly known what a whole family felt like.

This was Briony’s life—her lot, her burden. And she was tired. Bone-tired.

If Ferdinand’s survival meant a threat to her children, then she would end it with him herself.

This was life—nothing more, nothing less.