Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 435

“Bryn, you need to calm down.”

“I can’t calm down!”

Briony’s eyes were bloodshot as she glared at Stewart. “I just want to know where my son is!”

Stewart pressed his lips together, a deep crease forming between his brows. “He’s not here.”

“Not here?” Briony’s voice rose, incredulous. “Stewart, are you playing games with me again?”

“I’m not lying to you. He really hasn’t come back yet.”

“I don’t believe you!” Briony shot back, her voice trembling. “If you won’t tell me, I’ll find him myself!”

She spun on her heel and stormed out of the study.

Stewart didn’t try to stop her.

Briony threw open one door after another on the second floor, searching every room.

No sign of her child.

She ran upstairs to the third floor.

She checked every single room in the house—even the maid’s quarters, even the basement.

Nothing.

Her son wasn’t there.

Emerging from the last room, Briony felt her final shred of hope crumble.

He’s gone.

He was never here.

Her chest heaved as she squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back tears.

She dashed back to the study, rushed to Stewart’s desk, and grabbed everything within reach—files, pens, anything—and hurled them at him in a blind rage.

Stewart didn’t dodge. He let her vent, standing rigid as the sharp corner of a book struck his chest. He grunted softly but didn’t take a single step back.

Papers and pens scattered across the floor, leaving chaos in their wake.