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."

others are starting to

"Mr. Clarke, I know you're worried. But this time, I swear I'm not hiding

if trying

etched with anxiety. "I'm worried too, honestly. Mr. Wentworth still hasn't fully recovered.

hand through his

he spat. "Who could've guessed she'd even fake

death had nearly destroyed Stewart. Ever since, Stewart had been quietly taking medication and attending secret

psychiatrist had always said Randolph's

presence had met s emotional

net.

about Irwin's parentage coming to light-Rosita had deceived them all. Irwin wasn't Randolph's child

the spot, blood spilling from his mouth, and had to be rushed

Night, Stewart was in critical condition

a week in the ICU, unconscious, with the doctors saying his will to live

idea what Garry did-only that shortly after his visit, Stewart

had expected Stewart to lose his mind, to lash out at Rosita. But