Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Bianca called Briony's name a few times, but got no response. Setting the bowl of noodles on the table, she crossed the room and gently tapped Briony's shoulder. "Ma'am?"

But Briony was still out cold, deep in an unresponsive sleep.

Something felt wrong. Bianca reached out and touched Briony's forehead-her skin was burning hot.

Carl had just stepped out of The Wentworth Group building when he spotted Cedric Clarke's car parked down the street.

He froze, then instinctively spun on his heel, ready to bolt.

"Carl, don't you dare run!"

Cedric's furious shout rang out as he strode over and blocked Carl's path.

Carl glanced around, looking uncomfortable. "Mr. Clarke, I really don't know where Mr. Wentworth is."

"You're his most trusted assistant. There's no way you don't know where he went!"

Carl let out a weary laugh. "Really, I don't know. Not this time."

get hold of Briony, and Mr. Delaney and the others are starting to realize

time, I swear I'm

stared at him, as if trying to see through the

was etched with anxiety. "I'm worried too, honestly. Mr. Wentworth still hasn't fully recovered. If he pushes himself again

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Randolph Driscoll's death had nearly destroyed Stewart. Ever since, Stewart had been

always said Randolph's death was

Irwin's presence had met s emotional safe

net.

about Irwin's parentage coming to light-Rosita had deceived them

moment Stewart learned the truth, he collapsed on the spot, blood spilling from his

night of Ottilie Crowning Night, Stewart

ICU, unconscious, with the doctors saying

no idea what Garry did-only that shortly after

to lose his mind, to lash out