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."

play games with me. I can't get hold of Briony, and Mr. Delaney and the others are starting to realize something's wrong. It's been two days-Briony's only replied to messages, and it's obviously

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

as if

Mr. Wentworth still hasn't fully recovered. If he pushes himself

hand through his hair

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

had nearly destroyed Stewart. Ever since, Stewart had been quietly taking

always said Randolph's

presence had met s emotional

net.

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

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

the night of Ottilie Crowning Night, Stewart was in critical condition in

unconscious, with the doctors saying his will to

idea what Garry did-only that

his mind, to lash out at