He called Briony—three times, and each time it went straight to voicemail.
With a frosty expression, Stewart dialed Carl. "Find out where Briony is."
Irwin had just finished his homework and came downstairs.
Spotting Stewart sitting on the living room sofa, he hurried over.
"Dad."
Stewart looked up at him. "All done with your homework?"
Irwin nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! Dad, is Miss Kensington coming home with my little sister tonight?"
Before Stewart could answer, his phone rang. It was Carl.
He picked up.
Carl said, "Mrs. Kensington took the young miss to Skybreeze Retreat."
Stewart's brows drew together.
Carl added, "Mrs. Winslow is there too. Looks like Mrs. Kensington and the little one are planning to stay at Skybreeze tonight."
"I see."
Ending the call, Stewart rose to his feet. "If you're done, get some rest."
Irwin gazed up at him, eyes wide. "Are you going out again, Dad?"
"Yeah, just meeting a friend." Without another word, Stewart headed for the door.
Jeannie came downstairs just as the sound of an engine echoed from outside.
She frowned and hurried to the doorway, only to catch a glimpse of the Maybach's taillights disappearing down the drive.
Stewart was gone. Again.
Jeannie let her gaze drop and sighed helplessly.
Irwin wandered over, giving her a curious look. "Ms. Radcliffe, why are you wearing makeup this late?"
Jeannie paused, then touched her cheek, eyes darting away. "Oh, I was just trying out some new products I bought."
Irwin nodded, taking in her appearance. "It looks really nice! With makeup, you look just like a movie star, Ms. Radcliffe!"
"Oh, Irwin, you're just saying that to make your teacher happy!" Jeannie laughed, covering her face in embarrassment. "I just put on a little. I could never compare to a real movie star."
"I mean it!" Irwin insisted. "In my heart, after my Mom Bryn, you're definitely the prettiest!"
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