Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 309

Briony had left everything in the lawyer's hands.

Of course, she hoped things would go smoothly in court. But even with Mr. Chadwick's handpicked attorney on their side, she knew there was no guarantee of victory.

What kept her up at night, though, was the thought of losing Little Nina.

She couldn't shake Stewart's words from the other day. No matter what, she would never give up custody of Little Nina. But if Stewart really wanted to fight her for their daughter…

Her phone's ringtone jolted her out of her anxious thoughts.

She glanced at the screen.

An unknown number.

Briony had long since stopped answering calls from numbers she didn't recognize. She declined it without a second thought.

She set her phone aside and rolled over, hoping for a few more precious minutes of sleep. The past week had been a blur of hospital corridors and late nights by her mother's side; she was running on fumes.

But the call came again, more insistent this time.

Annoyed, Briony answered, "Who is this?"

"It's me." Garry Ferguson's voice filtered through the line.

She paused, then let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Mr. Ferguson, your resourcefulness never ceases to amaze me."

She'd changed everything four years ago—her name, her papers, even her phone number. Yet somehow, Garry had still found her.

"If little Mario wasn't sick, I wouldn't have bothered you, Ms. Kensington."

Her heart softened immediately. Little Mario was sick?

She asked, "How is he now?"

"He's probably just having trouble adjusting to the climate here. He's thrown up three times since this morning and has a slight fever." Garry hesitated, then added, "I took him to the clinic you recommended. Dr. Ellsworth did some massage therapy and acupuncture. He's better now, but he really wants to see Little Nina."

Briony checked the time—already half past three. "Little Nina's still at school."

She remembered how happy the two kids had been playing together the other night. With a sigh, Briony relented, "Alright, bring him over. She gets out at four."

After hanging up, Briony splashed her face with cold water and changed clothes before heading downstairs.

James, Carney Winslow, and Gwendolyn White were chatting over tea in the living room.

Seeing her, James asked, "Heading out to pick up Little Nina?"

"Yeah, it's about that time."

"I'll come with you," James said, getting up. "I've got nothing better to do. Let's go."

Briony nodded, then turned to Carney. "Godfather, Garry's bringing little Mario over. The poor kid's sick and wants to see Little Nina."

"He's sick?" Gwendolyn looked concerned. "Is it a cold?"

"Just a stomach bug. Dr. Ellsworth checked him—it's not contagious, just adjusting to the new environment."

Gwendolyn relaxed. "That's a relief. If it were a cold, he shouldn't come over. We can't risk Little Nina getting sick."

Briony gave her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I made sure."