Briony pounded both fists against the heavy iron gates, her cries echoing into the empty night.

No matter how loud she screamed, nobody came to unlock the door for her.

This was the truth.

This was the reality behind Stewart and Lorna taking her son away...

Darkness pressed down from above, thick and suffocating.

The wind was rising-an omen of the storm to come.

Still, Briony refused to leave. She remained outside the gates, stubborn and unmoving.

Upstairs in the study, Lorna knocked softly before entering.

Stewart sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the security footage on his screen. He could see Briony still outside, bracing herself against the coming storm, showing no sign of backing down.

"Maybe we should let Carol talk to her?" Lorna suggested.

"No." Stewart's voice was rough, tired. "She needs to see things as they are. That's the only way she'll let go."

Lorna sighed. "But her nerves are already stretched to the breaking point... Do we really have to do this?"

Stewart closed his eyes. "We don't have time to do it any other way, do we?"

Lorna pressed her lips together.

Time

really

rain beating against the

the downpour

and clothes plastered to

it was Carol who came out with an

you help me?"

twisting. Still, she

Kensington, I work for Mr. Wentworth now. There's nothing I can do. Please... you should

see the way they're treating

I know it's hard for you to accept how Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth do things, but when Mario grows

voice trembling. "That's not it. Stewart doesn't

for their child to be the Wentworth

door and hurried back

clutched the umbrella, her

Even Carol had changed...

Why?

couldn't understand. She had no idea how to get her

on. Briony stayed outside, soaked and shivering, refusing to

was Carol

the time James arrived, Briony was trembling uncontrollably, lips tinged blue from the

she saw him, relief flooded her face

tossed aside the

his arm. "James,"

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