"Let me in!"


    Amotion erupted outside.


    Briony set the agreement down on her desk and had just stood up to investigate when the office door burst open.


    Fiona rke rushed inside.


    Behind her, Hannah Lane was being held back by Carl Shaw.


    Briony frowned. "What''s going on?"


    "Briony, they''repletely out of line! I told them they couldn''te in, but they barged in anyway," Hannah protested.


    Carl stepped forward and nodded politely to Briony. "Ma''am, please forgive the intrusion. Mr. Wentworth asked me to bring Mrs. rke here to apologize to you in person."


    An apology from Fiona?


    What on earth was Stewart ying at?


    Carl nced at Fiona, his tone a reminder. "Mrs. rke, Mr. Wentworth said you have five minutes."


    Fiona''s expression shifted at that.


    Facing Briony, she looked awkward, as if the words tasted bitter. "I was wrong before. I''m sorry."


    Briony arched an eyebrow. She had no use for Fiona''s insincere apology.


    "No need to force yourself, Mrs. rke. But be warned-if youe here and disturb me again, I''ll call the police every single time."


    "You-"


    Carl coughed sharply.


    Fiona shot him a resentful look but, after a moment''s hesitation, clenched her jaw.


    "I really am here to apologize!" she blurted out, then suddenly dropped to her knees in front of Briony.


    "I messed up, I shouldn''t have hit you before. Ms. Kensington, please forgive me!"


    Briony stared at Fiona in surprise.


    Someone as arrogant as Fiona-kneeling to her?


    Briony looked up at Carl. "Whatever her reasons for apologizing, this is nothing but harassment to me. It means nothing."


    Carl hesitated, lips pressed together, before finally nodding. "I''m sorry for the trouble, ma''am."


    He bent down to help Fiona up. "Come on, let''s go."


    But Fiona grew frantic, shaking him off and tearfully pleading with Briony Briony, please forgive me! If you don''t, Stewart''s going to ship me off overseas. I don''t want to go! He said if you forgive me, I can stay!"


    So that''s what this was about.


    Briony remained unmoved. "Take your wife and leave, or I''ll call the police."


    With no other option, Carl dragged a struggling Fiona out of the office.


    At the doorway, Fiona clung desperately to the doorframe.


    Briony used the moment to ask Carl, "Stewart signed the divorce papers. I''ve looked them over and everything seems fine. Could you ask him when he wants to go to city hall to finalize the divorce?"


    Carl hesitated, words on the tip of his tongue.


    But Fiona suddenly burst outughing, as if she''d just heard the world''s best joke. "When? Let me tell you, he can''t even-mmph!"


    Carl quickly mped a hand over her mouth and turned to Briony. "I''ll check with


    him and call you as soon as I have an answer."


    Briony nodded coolly. "Alright."


    Carl hustled Fiona out atst.


    Fiona''s little disy didn''t faze Briony in the slightest.


    She picked up the phone and called Lawyer Hughes.


    Half an hourter, he arrived.


    He sat on the sofa, carefully reviewing the divorce agreement Stewart had sent.


    Briony sat across from him, waiting in silence.


    "There''s nothing wrong with this agreement," Lawyer Hughes finally said. "But there''s one use that could affect you."


    He set the papers on the coffee table and pointed it out. "You''re not allowed to remarry within three years. If you do, you automatically forfeit custody of your daughter."


    Briony had already noticed the use.


    But right now, starting a new rtionship was thest thing on her mind.


    Marriage no longer appealed to her. From now on, she wanted to focus on her career and raise her daughter on her own terms. That, to her, sounded like the best possible future.