"I'm telling you the truth-our son is still alive."

"Fine!" Briony drew a shaky breath. "Then give me the address. I'll go bring him home myself."

"Bryn, please, calm down. Just wait three more days. I promise, after that, I'll bring our son home."

"Even now, you're still lying to me!" Briony stared at Stewart, the fragile hope she'd just found already crumbling.

"I'm not lying," Stewart insisted, brow furrowing.

"Unless you let me see him right this second, I won't believe a single word you say ever again!"

Stewart swallowed hard. "It's not possible. Not right now."

Briony let out a bitter laugh. The last bit of hope drained from her expression as she turned away, walking out without a backward glance.

He watched her leave, his eyes dark and conflicted.

As Briony stepped out of the manor, she bumped into Cedric Clarke, who had just climbed out of his car.

"Ms. Kensington," Cedric called after her, concern in his voice. "You and Stewart

"Dr. Clarke," Briony cut him off, her voice trembling. "Is my son alive?"

Cedric's brow knitted together. "Stewart says he is."

"Have you seen him?"

sorry, I only found

a cold,

course. Just as

for a fool once

back a surge of anger, Briony

over the steering wheel,

knew how she'd made the drive

only to realize-she'd fallen for Stewart's

with regret. Furious with herself, she slapped

was too weak, too

failed to

wasn't worthy of being his

pain and sorrow overwhelmed her. She broke down, sobbing into

letting years of grief and

Stewart stood at the

Footsteps sounded behind him.

into Briony," Cedric Clarke said, voice heavy

had disappeared

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