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,

never ceases to amaze

even

little Mario wasn't sick, I wouldn't have bothered you, Ms.

softened immediately. Little Mario

"How is

climate here. He's thrown up three times since this morning and has a slight fever." Garry hesitated, then added, "I

half past three. "Little Nina's still

happy the two kids had been playing together the other night. With a sigh, Briony relented, "Alright, bring him over. She gets out

face with cold water and changed clothes before

White were chatting over tea in the living

James asked, "Heading out to pick up

it's about that

with you," James said, getting up. "I've got nothing better

go."

"Godfather, Garry's bringing little Mario over. The poor kid's sick and wants to see

looked concerned.

Ellsworth checked him-it's

to the

a cold, he shouldn't come over. We can't risk

her a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I

careful about these

ttle Nina.

thanked him and left

3:50 p.m.

pulled up in

stepped out to open the

legs clad in tailored slacks. The evening sun washed over him, making his

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