NovelGoldChapter 464 Briony pounded both fists against the heavy iron gates, her cries echoing into the empty night.
No matter how loud she screamed, nobody cto 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUpstairs 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 tto do it any other way, do we?" Lorna pressed her lips together.
He was right. Twas running out.
For Stewart, there really wasn't much left.
The wind howled, rain beating against the tall windows in sharp bursts.
In an instant, the downpour was upon them.
Briony was soaked through, hair and clothes plastered to her skin, but still she refused to budge.
In the end, it was Carol who cout with an umbrella, trying to coax her inside.
"Carol, please, can't you help me?" Briony pleaded.
Carol looked at Briony's pale, drawn face, her own heart twisting. Still, she forced herself to keep her tone cold and distant.
"Ms. Kensington, I work for Mr. Wentworth now. There's nothing I can do. Please... you should go home." "Carol, didn't you see the way they're treating my son?" Carol's expression softened, her voice tinged with helplessness. "Mario's a good kid, Ms. Kensington. Everyone has their own way of raising children. I know it's hard for you to accept how Mr. and Mrs. Wentworth do things, but when Magrows up, when you see how well he does-you'll understand they only want the best for him." Briony shook her head, her voice trembling. "That's not it. Stewart doesn't care about Mario's feelings at all. He just wants an heir-" "Oh, Ms. Kensington, there are plenty of people who'd give anything for their child to be the Wentworth heir." Carol shoved the umbrella into Briony's hands. "Please, just go home." With that, Carol shut the door and hurried back inside through the rain.
Briony clutched the umbrella, her whole body shaking.
Even Carol had changed...
Why? Briony couldn't understand. She had no idea how to get her son out of the twisted grip of the Wentworth family.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe storm raged on. Briony stayed outside, soaked and shivering, refusing to leave.
Eventually, it was Carol who called James.
By the tJames arrived, Briony was trembling uncontrollably, lips tinged blue from the cold.
The moment she saw him, relief flooded her face as if she'd spotted a lifeline.
She tossed aside the umbrella and grabbed his arm. "James," he me, won't you? Please, help bring Mahome. He can't stay here..." James's heart ached for her. "Let's get you hfirst, alright?" "You think this is my fault too, don't you?" Briony stared at him, stunned. "You think I'm just overreacting?"
"No, Bryn. We'll talk about it at home, okay?" He held the umbrella with one hand, the other gripped by her desperate fingers. He could feel she was on the verge of falling apart. "I know you're worried about Mario. But we can't just barge in and take him. Please, Bryn. Let's go hfirst." Briony shook her head. "I can't leave him here. I want to bring him back. He can't turn into another Stewart..." "Another Stewart?" James frowned. "Who told you that?" Briony opened her mouth, but before she could answer, everything went black and she collapsed backward.
"Bryn!" James dropped the umbrella and caught her just in time.
Briony was rushed to the hospital.
Cedric Clarke had already received Stewart's call and was waiting in the ER.
James burst through the doors, carrying Briony-soaked, unconscious, burning with fever! Cedric hurried over to meet them.
Briony's fever wouldn't break. Even with an IV, she slipped into a restless, feverish sleep, tossing and murmuring incoherently. It wasn't until Briony was finally moved to a private room that Cedric quietly stepped out to call Stewart.
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