Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

The phone rang twice before Stewart picked up.

"Stewart, Ms. Kensington wants to discuss something with you... Okay, I'll hand the phone over."

Cedric Clarke passed the phone to Briony.

Taking it, Briony said, "I'd like to talk to you about the Little Nina shares."

Stewart's deep, gravelly voice came through the receiver. "What's on your mind?"

"I want to sell them," Briony replied evenly. "Ferdinand's called several times

asking to discuss the shares. I assume he's doing it for Fred."

There was a pause on the other end. Then Stewart asked, "Do you trust Ferdinand?"

"If he weren't Fred's son, maybe I would," Briony answered matter-of-factly. "Stewart, Fred's running The Wentworth Group now, and you two never got along. I'm worried Fred might take things out on the kids because of you. That's why I don't want any more ties to The Wentworth Group."

you've decided to sell, just do it-sell

frowned. "You don't

always meant for my daughter. I used to think shares were better than cash-as long as The Wentworth Group was stable, that ten percent dividend would be a steady financial cushion for her. But now the company's changed hands, and the future's

sell them to someone else," Briony

either way. Better just to hand them

"Why?"

promise Ferdinand that Mario will never return to the Wentworth family. The kids will

in silence, then

handed the phone back

to his ear. "Anything else you need me

even lower. “And make sure a

yeah, got it," Cedric muttered. "She's got her own lawyers anyway. You worry

nothing more;

set the phone on the table, looking across at Briony. "Stewart wants me to be with you when you

up. "Yeah. If there's nothing else,