Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 304

After the anesthesia, Julia slept even more deeply.

Briony stayed by her mother's side the entire time.

Dinner was brought to their cabin on Stewart's orders.

Briony had little appetite, but she forced herself to eat a bit, knowing she needed her strength.

…

At nine thirty that night, the cruise ship docked at Southern Vale Airport.

Stewart had made arrangements in advance—an ambulance and an RV were already waiting by the pier.

Judd and the others carefully carried the unconscious Julia off the ship first.

Briony followed close behind.

Once ashore, she pulled out her phone and opened her messages.

James Delaney had texted her half an hour ago.

They were already here.

Relief washed over her as she hurried after Judd and the others to intercept them.

Judd glanced at her in confusion. "Ms. Kensington, is something wrong?"

Briony didn't answer. She simply looked toward the Rolls-Royce parked nearby, its hazard lights flashing in the darkness.

Both the front passenger and rear doors opened at the same time.

James and Ferdinand Ellsworth stepped out one after another.

The two tall men strode purposefully toward them under the night sky.

In the distance, the sound of an approaching ambulance siren grew louder.

Briony turned to look at Irwin, just a few steps away, and said calmly, "Stewart, I'm not going back to Northborough with you, and you're not taking my mother anywhere."

Stewart's dark eyes fixed on her. "Briony, you never trusted me from the start, did you?"

She met his gaze, her voice cold and lips curling into a faint, icy smile. "Isn't it you who never intended to let me return to Silverlake City?"

Stewart froze.

Seeing his reaction, Briony almost laughed.

"Four years, Stewart, and you haven't changed at all." Her beautiful eyes curved as she looked at him—she was smiling, but there wasn't a trace of warmth in her gaze. "You're the same, but I'm not. I won't let you manipulate and control me anymore."

Stewart stared at her intently. "Briony, is this your way of getting back at me?"

"Getting back at you?" Briony let out a sharp laugh. "What sort of revenge do you think this is?"

"Sure, my mother survived, but don't forget, there's still my son's life between us! Don't even think about using your usual tricks to tie me down. I never owed you anything, and I certainly don't owe Irwin a thing. But what you owe me, Stewart—you'll never be able to repay. Not in this lifetime."

Stewart's brow furrowed, his voice heavy. "If our son hadn't died, would you have still wanted a divorce?"

"There's no 'if'." Briony's chest heaved, emotion swelling in her voice. "Sometimes, I really wonder, when you lie awake at night, do you ever dream that child comes to demand your life?"

Stewart was stunned silent.

"But you probably don't," Briony sneered. "Because in your heart, Irwin is your only son. My son's death means nothing to you, does it?"

Stewart's hand clenched at his side, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard.

Briony turned away from him and looked toward the ambulance.