Briony had left everything in the lawyer's hands.

Of course, she hoped things would go smoothly in court. But even with Mr.

Chadwick's handpicked attorney on their side, she knew there was no guarantee

of victory.

What kept her up at night, though, was the thought of losing Little Nina.

She couldn't shake Stewart's words from the other day. No matter what, she

would never give up custody of Little Nina. But if Stewart really wanted to fight her for their daughter...

Her phone's ringtone jolted her out of her anxious thoughts.

She glanced at the screen.

An unknown number.

Briony had long since stopped answering calls from numbers she didn't

recognize. She declined it without a second thought.

She set her phone aside and rolled over, hoping for a few more precious minutes of sleep. The past week had been a blur of hospital corridors and late nights by her mother's side; she was running on fumes.

But the call came again, more insistent this time.

Annoyed, Briony answered, "Who is this?"

"It's me." Garry Ferguson's voice filtered through the line.

let out a cold, mocking

ceases to amaze

papers, even her phone

wasn't sick, I wouldn't have bothered you,

heart softened immediately. Little Mario was

"How is he

up three times since this morning and has a slight fever." Garry hesitated, then added, "I

checked the time-already half past three. "Little Nina's still at

other night. With a sigh, Briony relented, "Alright, bring him over. She gets

up, Briony splashed her face with

Winslow, and Gwendolyn White were chatting over tea in the living

her, James asked, "Heading out to pick up Little

it's about that

with you," James said, getting up. "I've

go."

Carney. "Godfather, Garry's bringing little Mario over. The poor kid's

sick?" Gwendolyn looked concerned. "Is it

Dr. Ellsworth

to the new

relief. If it were a cold, he shouldn't come over. We can't risk

a reassuring smile. "Don't

careful about these

Nina. I'll handle things if Mr. Ferguson

and left

3:50 p.m.

up in

stepped out to

dressed in a black shirt without a tie, long legs clad in tailored slacks. The evening sun washed over him,

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