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.

hand back,

night, Briony remained deep in

over her

Morning came.

stood, and quietly

office, Stewart sat on the couch. Cedric Clarke brewed two cups of black coffee and

Cedric asked, settling onto the sofa across from him and taking a sip of his

a sleepless night shadowed his features, but

we get the results?" he asked

the coffee table and looking Stewart over.

not your concern." Stewart's tone was clipped, his expression grave. "What I need from you is

how much faith you have in me, even with all my experience, I

head, rubbing his brow. "I

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

low and steady. "For the sake of

"As long as the. donor's health checks out, the are good. Plus, with Dr. Ellsworth overseeing everything, I'm confident Briony will get through

his eyes and murmured a quiet

in the afternoon, the donor's test results