The moment Briony heard it was Ferdinand, she knew this project was doomed.
Nothing ever worked out that conveniently.
She stopped pushing for it.
But when Garfield heard she was about to give up, he added, “Actually, Mr. Ellsworth mentioned that if Ms. Kensington is open to collaboration, he’d be willing to work together too.”
“Sorry, I’m not interested,” Briony replied, then hung up without hesitation.
Her business trip to Havenport had turned out to be a complete waste.
On the third day, Briony packed up Carey and the others and headed back to Northborough.
As soon as she stepped out of the airport, her phone rang. It was James.
Little Nina had come down with a fever.
The moment Briony heard their daughter was sick, she told Blair to drive straight back to Skybreeze Retreat.
Blair was always a careful driver, but today he pressed the pedal harder than usual.
Briony, sitting in the backseat, watched the brim of Blair’s baseball cap as she said, “Slow down a bit. Safety first.”
Blair gripped the wheel tighter and nodded, “Alright.”
After that, he eased up and drove much more steadily.
When they finally arrived at Skybreeze Retreat, Briony pushed open the car door and hurried inside.
Blair got out and followed close behind.
Inside, Briony immediately spotted James holding Little Nina in his arms.
Little Nina had a fever patch on her forehead, her cheeks flushed red, her whole body limp and listless.
Briony’s heart ached for her.
“Little Nina, Mommy’s here,” she said softly, reaching out to take her daughter from James.
“Mommy.” Little Nina’s voice was hoarse and weak as she whimpered, “Mommy, it hurts.”
She pointed at her mouth.
Briony understood—her throat hurt.
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