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."

to sell, just do it-sell

"You

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 uncertain. Better to sell

could sell them to

Better just to hand

"Why?"

the price a little lower, as a gesture. Consider it sending a clear signal to Fred," Stewart said, his tone low. "And make sure you promise Ferdinand that Mario will never return to the Wentworth family. The kids will stay with you. From now

in silence, then finally

the phone back

to his ear. "Anything else

Ferdinand," Stewart said, voice dropping even lower. “And make sure a

own lawyers anyway. You worry too much. If

said nothing more; the

set the phone on the table, looking across at Briony. "Stewart wants me to be with you when you talk to Ferdinand. But I'm

and stood up. "Yeah. If there's nothing