Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart ignored his question and asked instead, "You just got back from the ER?"

"Yeah!" Cedric Clarke strode over and dropped onto the sofa across from Stewart. His tall frame slouched against the cushions, exhaustion written all over him. "I'm dead tired. It was a close call at death's door-if we'd been a minute later, we would've lost him for good!"

At that, Stewart's brow twitched. "That serious?"

"Of course. Internal bleeding. We managed to save him for now, but he'll have to stay in the ICU for a few more days..."

"Internal bleeding?" Stewart cut him off, his dark eyes locked onto Cedric. A storm seemed to gather behind his gaze.

Cedric, eyes shut and rubbing the stiffness from his neck, didn't notice Stewart's sudden change.

"Yeah, just yesterday he was fine, then today-boom, out of nowhere. Makes you realize how precious life really is. You never know what's coming first, an accident or tomorrow. Take my patient, for example-"

"Where is he?" Stewart demanded.

Cedric blinked, startled by the interruption and Stewart's grim expression. "Wait, what's with you?"

"Internal bleeding-who did this?" Stewart's voice was cold, edged with barely concealed rage.

"Did what?" Cedric straightened up, giving Stewart a look like he'd lost his mind. "Man, we're talking about an eighty-year-old. Who would lay a hand on him?"

Stewart froze. "An old man?" He frowned, his clenched fists loosening a little. "The person you just saved was..."

are you so worked up about an old man? How about worrying about why I was looking

his lips together, saying nothing, but the look he shot

this morning? You missed

shut

frowning and muttering, "Seriously, what's his

in the hospital room, Briony

by her side. As soon as she saw Briony stir, she hurried over. "How are

managed a faint, “I'm

Briony had no signs of concussion,

the next ten minutes absolutely tearing into

back

That's the Kensington family we're talking about! Did you forget what they did to you five years

Clarke over to find you today, you'd have died in that car,

stayed silent throughout

of steam did she softly say, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean

glare, but though she was angry, concern clearly

the thick bandage wrapped around Briony's forehead, Stella let out a heavy