Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 667

He lowered his voice, a note of sternness creeping in. “Mom, what’s done is done. Please don’t bring it up in front of Star again.”

“How could I dare?” Scarlett huffed indignantly. “Every time I mention it, she picks a fight with me!”

She sniffed, her tone thick with frustration. “In the end, I’m always the bad guy. But she’s my only daughter—how could I possibly want to hurt her? Back when Star was lying in the ICU, barely hanging on, I went to see Father Benedict. He told me that Briony’s presence was unlucky, that she was a bad omen, and that Star’s misfortune was because of her. I’m not blaming Briony, I’m just… afraid of her, you understand? Cedric, you know as well as I do—people who get too close to Briony never seem to fare well. Didn’t her ex-husband die suddenly last year—?”

“Mom!” Cedric Clarke finally lost his patience and cut her off. “Stewart is still alive and well. All those rumors were just misunderstandings. But whatever the case, as her elder, you shouldn’t say things like that. If Star hears you, she’ll only argue with you again.”

Scarlett fell silent, caught off guard by his rebuke. She looked wounded, ready to defend herself, but Cedric spoke first.

“Mom, Star and Aster are still waiting for me. You should get some rest. I’m hanging up now.”

With that, he ended the call.

Cedric let out a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of his neck in frustration. Scarlett had always held a grudge against Briony, and Cedric wouldn’t dare say any of this in front of her. But even if he stayed silent, Briony could always read the unease in his eyes. Yet she never asked him about it. She understood that now, with Stella’s memories returned, it was impossible for them to sever ties completely. And from the look of things, much of the tension between Cedric and Stella could be traced back to Scarlett.

The incident four years ago had left Scarlett deeply scarred; her need to control Stella’s life had only grown since then. She justified it as love, but Stella was never one to yield to pressure, and that only made her rebel more. Cedric was stuck between the two women, torn and helpless.

Briony resolved not to add to his burden. She feigned ignorance of the tension, simply remarking, “Dr. Clarke, Star and I chatted about photography tonight. She really loves it. And she appreciates your support.”

Cedric wiped a weary hand over his face. These days, even hearing the word “photography” made his nerves twitch.

“I do support her passions. But she’s determined to go abroad, and that means we’d have to live apart.”

Briony had guessed that this was what bothered him most. “Actually, it’s not set in stone that she has to leave the country.”

Cedric looked up at her, hopeful. “She said that?”

“I suggested it might be better for your marriage if she stayed and enrolled in the photography program at Verdantire University. I even offered to arrange a mentor for her.”

His eyes lit up. “She agreed?”

Briony smiled gently. “She did.”