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.

paused, then let out a cold, mocking laugh. "Mr. Ferguson,

ceases to amaze

years ago—her name, her papers, even her phone number. Yet

wasn't sick, I wouldn't have

immediately. Little Mario was

asked, "How is he

a slight fever." Garry hesitated, then added, "I took him to the clinic you recommended. Dr. Ellsworth did some massage therapy and acupuncture. He's better now, but he really wants to

the time-already half past

two kids had been playing together the other night. With a sigh, Briony relented, "Alright,

her face with cold water and changed clothes before heading

were chatting over tea in the

her, James asked, "Heading out to pick

it's about that

getting up. "I've got

go."

little Mario over. The poor kid's sick and wants to see

looked concerned. "Is it a

bug. Dr. Ellsworth checked him-it's

to the new

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

a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I

always careful about

up ttle Nina. I'll handle things

and left with

3:50 p.m.

up in front of

to

shirt without a tie, long legs clad in tailored slacks. The evening

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