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,

Briony remained deep in

her, alone in the hush, watching over her

Morning came.

stood, and quietly left

sat on the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed

you?" Cedric asked, settling onto the sofa across from

in his hands. The fatigue of a sleepless night shadowed his features, but his gaze remained

we get the results?" he

cup down on the coffee table and looking Stewart over. "But I have

expression grave. "What I need from you is a promise that the surgery will

sharp laugh. "Hey, that's not fair! No matter how much faith you have in me, even with all my experience, I can't guarantee a bone marrow transplant

bowed his head, rubbing

I'll do everything I can. After that, it's

the sake of our child, I believe

saw the worry etched deep in Stewart's face and figured he was anxious about the operation. "Don't worry," he said. "As long as the. donor's health checks out, the are good. Plus, with Dr. Ellsworth overseeing everything, I'm

lowered his eyes and murmured a

afternoon, the donor's