Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 307

"My mom's calling me!"

Briony shot to her feet, ready to rush over, but Ferdinand reached out and caught her by the wrist just in time.

It was a mild season in the old town, and Briony wore only a short-sleeved shirt. Ferdinand's hand was warm and dry against her skin.

She paused, gaze dropping to his hand on her wrist-long, slender fingers, knuckles sharply defined.

Noticing her glance, Ferdinand quickly let go. "Sorry. I just wanted to tell you- don't go over yet."

Briony barely noticed, her mind wholly on her mother. "I'm worried she'll panic if she can't find me."

"Let's wait and watch a bit," Ferdinand said gently. "Give her a moment to respond on her own."

Briony understood at once. She pressed her lips together and nodded.

The bedroom door opened. Julia stepped out into the hallway.

Briony's eyes locked onto her mother.

"Bryn..."

Julia's gaze swept the living room, immediately catching sight of the new year's garlands strung across the mantel. She glanced around, her eyes soon landing on the frosted floral decals clinging to the glass doors.

"Bryn, Bryn..."

She walked to the patio doors, pressing her palm to the glass, eyes darting nervously about.

Ferdinand, a

obvious-she

of hope in Briony's chest faded as quickly as it

house into a mirror of your childhood home-when Mrs. Hudson woke up

tentative, searching movements and realized he was right.

"Bryn..."

glass, whispering Briony's name over and over. Briony started toward her, moving

Ferdinand warned quietly. "If she has another episode, you need to step back right away. Otherwise, she might lash

nodded, then walked forward, her voice gentle and coaxing.

blinked, turning toward

uncertainty and

"It's me, Mom."

few steps, wary and confused, fixated on Briony.

"Bryn" faster and faster,

there. Give

halted a few paces away, watching her mother closely.

back, not

"Bryn..." she murmured. "Bryn...year..."

the window decal. "Bryn...wait

hard, her voice choked. "Yes, I'm always waiting for you to come home for the

frowned, puzzled by Briony's tears. Tilting her head, she reached up, awkwardly touching the

down completely,

tears, but the more she wiped, the more Briony cried, and soon Julia grew anxious herself, her face crumpling as

frantic, panicked cries of before. She seemed like a lost

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