Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony couldn't be bothered to argue with them any longer. She'd come here fully prepared for whatever might happen.

As for Stewart... If she was still harboring even a shred of hope for him at this point, that would be truly pathetic.

With that in mind, Briony spoke, her voice icy: "I'll pay for Mack's bone marrow. Name your price."

"Name a price?" Madeline scoffed, her lips curling in disdain. "The Kensington family hardly needs your money, Briony! If you want to save that wretched woman, fine—but first, you'll get on your knees and beg my son for forgiveness!"

At her words, Mack stepped forward, clutching Malcolm's framed portrait in his arms. He stood on the steps, looming over Briony, looking down with a smug authority.

"Briony, you want my help?" Mack sneered. "Get down on your knees and bow to my father's picture. One hundred times. And for each one, you say, 'I'm sorry, I was wrong.' Do that, and I'll donate my bone marrow to your criminal of a mother."

Briony's eyes flicked to Malcolm's portrait, her brow furrowing. She turned back to Mack. "You swear you'll keep your word?"

"Of course!" Mack's eyes gleamed with the thrill of tormenting her. "Well? What are you waiting for, Briony? Get down and start begging!"

stood

Look! Who's this? It's your father-your own flesh and blood! Now, in front of him, you're begging me to save the

moment, Mack's face seemed to blend with Malcolm's. The cruelty-it really did run in their

or for anything the Kensingtons had

people. It

he were nothing more than a piece of furniture. "I'll kneel. I'll apologize.

faltered, caught off

an oath

venomous little wretch! Mack is the only

upper hand. "I swear before my father: if you kneel a hundred times,

cane against the floor, her voice rising in panic. "How could you say such a

A hundred times? There's no

their bones. Mack was sure Briony didn't