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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 sthings he needs to take care of first. Once he's finished, he'll go." His honesty was disarming, and Briony understood immediately.
"You wantto 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 tookto the hospital. While we were there, he offeredhis 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 snight." 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf Ferdinand's survival meant a threat to her children, then she would end it with him herself.
This was life-nothing more, nothing less.
If she couldn't choose how to live freely, she would at least fight one more tfor her children's safety.
At the very least, after she was gone, she wanted her children to live in peace- healthy and safe.
The next morning, Stewart was preparing to leave.
Mr. Hoffman insisted on seeing him off in person.
Before he left, Stewart went to see Briony one last time.
He pushed open the door and stepped inside.
Briony was sitting on the bed. At the sound of his footsteps, she turned her head toward him. "You're here," she said quietly, no longer calling him Blair.
If he'd been paying attention, he might have noticed something different about her today.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBut Stewart's thoughts were a tangled mess, his emotions running wild beneath a calm surface.
This farewell felt final, and the thought of never seeing her again et ached inside him. Still, he forced f to act normal.
"How are you feeling today?"
"I'm fine," Briony answered softly. "Last night, dreamed about our two children. They both love their father very much, a and after being reunited with him, they were so happy. Their father adored them too. I thought-what a perfect ending that would be." Stewart froze, stunned by her words.
Briony smiled gently. "It was a beautiful dream. I hope it comes com. I true That day, Stewart was so overwhelmed by her sudden acceptance and kindness that him & left reeling, his thoughts scattered.
He never noticed the quiet determination hidden in hec calm gaze.