Regretting The Wife He Threw Away
Chapter 97
It was just past 1 a.m. on the first day of the new year when Irwin was rushed into the emergency room.
The attending physician examined his injuries, his brows furrowing with concern. "The wound's pretty deep," he said gravely. "It might've reached the bone."
Briony stood outside the ER, watching Stewart pace back and forth, his phone pressed tightly to his ear. The fear and anxiety written all over his face were impossible to miss.
She never imagined things would spiral out of control like this.
Though Briony had her share of resentment, she'd never once intended for Irwin to get hurt.
She'd cared for him for five years. Colds and sniffles happened often enough, but tumbles and scrapes were rare. This was by far the worst injury he'd suffered since he was born, and Briony couldn't pretend she didn't care.
After all, she'd raised this boy with her own hands; he'd called her "Mom" for five years. And now, because of a single argument, he was lying in the ER, fighting for his life...
No matter what mistakes Rosita and Stewart had made, Irwin was just a child-an innocent bystander.
Briony pressed a trembling hand to her lower abdomen, her chest tightening with guilt.
She couldn't bring herself to harden her heart toward Irwin-yet when it came to her own children, she'd always been cold and ruthless.
Ever since she had learned of their existence, it seemed as if she'd done nothing but turn her back on them.
was innocent, then what about
just
so sharp she had to close her eyes to keep from
these two children would be taken from her as
be left in this world with no
away, moving slowly, and suddenly felt her wrist caught
was low and
frowned, turning to meet his accusing gaze. Her
even further. "Irwin got hurt because of you. He's still in
to leave-not yet. At the very least, she would wait until Irwin was out of danger. She was just exhausted and wanted to find
explaining herself
glancing back, Briony walked over to an empty seat, folded her arms around herself, and stared at the floor, her gaze unfocused-anywhere but
she was dressed and, after a
over her. Before she could react, the heavy black overcoat, still warm from his body, settled around
clearly anticipating her move, gently pressed her shoulders. "No need to punish yourself just because you're angry,"
She froze.
About Regretting The Wife He Threw Away - Chapter 97
Regretting The Wife He Threw Away is the best current series of the author Novelebook. With the below Chapter 97 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read chapter Chapter 97 and update the next chapters of this series at novelebook.com