"Utter nonsense!" Stewart's scowl deepened. "Bryn doesn't understand any of this. Ferdinand's obsession with her is my fault-how could you just let her go back to him?"

"But Ferdinand has already set his sights on the children," the assistant said quietly. "Ms. Kensington made it clear-she's not doing this for the greater good, and it's not about you. She's doing it for the kids. That's all."

Stewart froze, his anger draining into stunned silence.

Mr. Hoffman looked up at Stewart, his expression grave. "You know as well as I do. Things have reached a dead end."

"Ms. Kensington is innocent in all this, but right now, she's the only one Ferdinand cares about. The only one who can draw him out."

Stewart closed his eyes, jaw tight, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Ferdinand is after Bryn because of me. I dragged her into this mess."

"It's not all your fault," Mr. Hoffman said gently.

Stewart opened his eyes, confusion flickering there. "What do you mean?"

With a sigh, Mr. Hoffman replied, "Ms. Kensington confided in me recently. She said that night, more than nine years ago, when she met you by chance-she also happened to save Ferdinand. Looking back, it must have been during that raid. Ferdinand was wounded while escaping. By sheer coincidence, Ms. Kensington, not knowing who he was, helped him.”

Stewart stared at Mr. Hoffman, his voice barely above a whisper. "Bryn saved Ferdinand..."

life, changed his fate. Now he's convinced that since she kept

would never choose to be

as he shook his head, voice earnest. "Neither of you is truly what Ms. Kensington needs. Ferdinand is broken-growing up under Fred Wentworth's shadow, surrounded

of you were always bound for this tangle, whether you realized

Ms. Kensington-maybe, from the very start, you were only meant to

voice raw. "I gave up hoping for a happy ending with Bryn a long time

quietly. "Just like Miss Mary. The organization pulled her out of that hellhole

her a new life, but it came

herself to love. Her betrayal... that was her destiny,

thought she'd finally fonet

means breaking yourself apart and

in the process, fell

That became her undoing.

like Mary. Mary always knew exactly what she was

hand, was dragged

matter if she wanted out-she never had a real

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