She had always considered Ferdinand just a friend.
“Ferdinand, I should be the one asking you—did Stewart know your identity from the beginning?”
“He probably only found out recently,” Ferdinand replied with a bittersweet smile. “You still care about him, don’t you?”
“Stewart is the biological father of my two children. Beyond that, there’s nothing else between us. Still, even so, I won’t easily take a stand against him. I don’t want my children caught in the middle.”
In wealthy families, it wasn’t uncommon for even full brothers to turn on each other, let alone half-siblings, all for the sake of power and influence.
It was obvious—Stewart and Ferdinand had long been at odds.
She wanted no part in their feud, and even more, she didn’t want her children dragged into it.
Ferdinand smiled faintly. “Once you have kids, you’re tied to them. I understand.”
“So for this,” Briony said, her tone clear, “I want you both to handle it yourselves.”
But Ferdinand wasn’t ready to let it go. “Little Nina’s ten percent stake gives you one vote at the shareholders’ meeting. Since you’re managing her shares, you effectively have the vote.”
“I abstain,” Briony answered, looking Ferdinand straight in the eye, her expression resolute.
She didn’t trust Stewart, but she didn’t trust Ferdinand either.
Ferdinand pressed on, trying to persuade her. “If I can secure the Wentworth inheritance, little Mario will remain the heir to The Wentworth Group. I won’t force him into anything he doesn’t want, and I’ll help you regain custody. He could grow up by your side.”
It was tempting—Briony couldn’t deny that.
But she remained unmoved.
The tangled history of the Wentworth family—she only had Ferdinand’s word for it, and that wasn’t enough.
She rose, looking Ferdinand in the eye. “I always thought we were at least friends. But now I see, that was never really the case.”
Ferdinand was stunned.
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