Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Stewart was gone all day, and by the time he returned, night had already fallen.

The nurse was waiting outside the bedroom door. When she saw Stewart come back, she stood up at once. "Ms. Kensington woke up for a little while this afternoon. Dr. Clarke came by to check on her, but she fell asleep again not long after."

Stewart pressed his fingers to his brow, weary. "Thank you. I'll stay with her now, you go get some rest. If I need anything, I'll call you."

"Of course."

Lately, Stewart had spent every night at Briony's side.

The bedroom was quiet, the silence broken only by the faint hum of the lamp.

Stewart sat down by the bed.

A pool of warm, amber light spilled across Briony's face.

Her eyes were closed, her breathing barely audible.

Stewart reached out and gently brushed her cheek with his fingertips.

Even in sleep, she frowned a little, as if uneasy.

drew his hand back, unwilling

deep in

watching over her until

Morning came.

rubbed his forehead, stood, and quietly

the director's office, Stewart sat on the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed

Cedric asked, settling onto the sofa across from him

sleepless night

the

and looking Stewart over. "But I have to admit, I'm curious-what did the

"What I need from you is a promise that the surgery

No matter how much faith you have in me, even with

his head, rubbing his brow.

I can. After that, it's up to

voice was low and steady. "For the sake of our child,

he was anxious about the operation. "Don't worry," he said. "As long as the. donor's

eyes and murmured a quiet

the donor's test results