MainNovelChapter 508 Briony knew right away-those weren't books. They had to be urgent documents the company needed Stewart to sign.
So, Stewart was working from hnow.
"Once Daddy finishes his work, he'll cplay withand little Mario. He draws with us, and sometimes we play board games together. Oh, and Daddy teaches us how to write, too! Mommy, he writes your nso beautifully!" Briony paused, her heart tightening.
"But," Little Nina's voice dropped a bit, "I think Daddy might be sick." Briony lowered her gaze, looking her daughter in the eyes. "How do you know that, sweetheart?" "He coughs a lot, and I noticed these little marks on the back of his hand-like he got poked with a needle. When I asked what they were, Daddy said they were mosquito bites." Little Nina pouted, crossing her arms. "Hmph, Daddy's not telling the truth. He still thinks I'm a little kid who'll believe anything!" Briony's expression grew complicated.
It certainly seemed like Stewart's health was in trouble.
But clearly, Stewart didn't want anyone to know.
And honestly, it wasn't the sort of thing that should get out. Not with how shaky things were at The Wentworth Group. If word spread that Stewart was sick, he'd be surrounded by enemies before he could blink.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mom?" Little Nina tilted her chin, gazing up at Briony with wide, searching eyes. "Why did you and Daddy fight and split up?" Children are always children-especially one as sharp and curious as Little Nina. She was innocent, but nobody's fool.
She couldn't grasp the tangled world of adults, but she could see plain as day that Daddy cared about Mommy. She could also sense that Mommy didn't want anything to do with Daddy.
Briony didn't answer her daughter's question.
Instead, she pulled Little Nina into her arms, her voice gentle and warm. "Little Nina, you just need to remember this: Even if Daddy and I aren't together anymore, we both love you and little Majust the same. That will never, ever change." Little Nina blinked. "I know, Mommy. I love both you and Daddy, but... I love Mommy the most." Briony tweaked her soft little earlobe. "I know, sweetheart." "But sometimes, when Daddy looks atand little Mario, he just sort of stares off into space. He looks kind of... sad." Briony closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, helpless. "Little Nina, it's late. Tfor bed." "Okay." Little Nina squeezed her eyes shut. "Mommy, can I sing you a lullaby tonight?" A warmth bloomed in Briony's chest. "Of course. Tonight, you get to tuck Mommy in." "Yay!" Briony switched off the nightlight, plunging the room into darkness.
In the quiet, Little Nina's sweet, gentle voice carried through the room as she began to sing her lullaby.
Three days later, the Wentworth Group's annual shareholder meeting.
After dropping Little Nina off at preschool, Briony drove straight to the Wentworth Group's headquarters.
She arrived at 8:40 AM sharp.
Presenting a copy of her stock certifica at the front desk, she waited while reception noticeswelongs to executive office.
The meeting's outchadn't been decided yet. For now, Stewart was still in charge.
Within five minutes, someone cto escort her.
Carl approached with a respectful nod. “Ms. Kensington, I'll take you upstairs.” Briony nodded politely and followed Carl.
The doors of the executive elevator closed behind them, and the car began its smooth ascent.
Standing side by side, neither spoke at first.
Briony turned over her thoughts, then finally broke the silence. "Carl, is Stewart sick?" Carl hesitated for a split second, then quickly composed himself. "Mr. Wentworth's had a stubborn case of laryngitis-comes and goes, never seems to fully clear up." Briony didn't buy it. "Little Nina toldhe's been getting IV drips." Carl's face tightened, just for a moment.
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He'd guarded the secret from everyone but he hadn't accounted for the boss's own daughter! As Carl fumbled for a new excuse, suddenly, the elevator jerked violently.
With a harsh clank, the lights went out, plunging them into darkness.
The elevator dropped with 112 speed for several then slammed to a halt a bone-jarring bang.
Briony gripped the railing, frozen in place.
Pitch black all around, she steadied her nerves and called out, "Carl, are you alright?" "I'm okay, Ms. Kensington. Are you hurt?" "I'm fine. Was that a power outage?"
Carl tried to keep his tone calm.
IS. Kensington.Om "Don't worry, Ms.
Probably justanicam glitch." But in the darkness, Carl's face was grim.
He knew all too well: for the elevator to fail at a moment this critical...It! ve could only mean trouble.
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