Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 718

Vernon was, after all, just an eight-year-old boy. In this situation, Briony couldn't bring herself to stand by and do nothing.

She could see he was terrified of the dark-so much so, it bordered on a phobia.

And from the way Vernon spoke, it was clear that Xenia Cooper was extremely strict with him.

Briony thought of Stewart.

Cedric Clarke had mentioned before that Stewart's childhood had been just as harsh, thanks to Fiona Clarke.

Briony wrapped her arms around Vernon's trembling body, gently patting his back and speaking in a soft, soothing voice. "It's alright, sweetheart. The elevator's just having some trouble-they'll have it fixed soon, and someone's already on the way..."

Her voice was calm and gentle, echoing through the pitch-black, cramped elevator.

"I'm right here with you... you're not alone."

Gradually, Vernon's sobs quieted under her comfort.

He still clung tightly to Briony, his small body shaking.

Briony kept comforting him, softly humming a lullaby.

Little by little, Vernon's tense, shivering body began to relax in the warmth of her song.

About ten minutes later, there was movement outside.

"Ms. Kensington!"

called out,

Kensington. The repair crew is on their way. Just hang

boy-he seems to be suffering from claustrophobia. Please

"Understood!"

the elevator finally came back to

about to step in when a tall

Briony, dropping to a knee and gripping her shoulders, his face tight with worry. "Bryn,

Briony stared, surprised.

Why was Stewart here?

Stewart frowned when she didn't answer, scanning her

fine," she replied coolly. "But... he's

then did Stewart notice

so fiercely his face

darkened.

Vernon didn't respond.

a big boy

and gently pulled at

limp body

face paled.

frowned, scooping Vernon into his arms and hurrying out of the elevator.

had only passed out because of the elevator malfunction. Morally and practically, she had to follow them

...

Vernon to Clarke

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