Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"That twisted?" Cedric Clarke whistled, shaking his head. "Isn't that just your clone?"

Stewart shot him a withering look, brow furrowing.

He instinctively glanced at Briony.

Briony's expression was calm and composed. "Since the kid's alright, I'll be heading out."

Stewart jumped in, "Let me drive you."

"No need. Stay here and look after the child." Briony turned to Cedric Clarke. "Dr. Clarke, if you're free, could we have a word?"

Cedric Clarke scratched the bridge of his nose, already knowing what she wanted to discuss-Stella.

"Sure," he replied.

Outside the hospital, in a small park, Briony and Cedric Clarke sat together in a gazebo.

Cedric handed her a bottle of water.

She took it with a polite "Thanks."

He twisted open his own bottle, took a long swig, and let out a heavy sigh.

Briony studied him in the clear sunlight, noticing for the first time how much weight he'd lost and the dark circles under his eyes.

contact

calling from a different phone, but as

"Why's it so bad

a bitter laugh. "I wish I

to visit her

Cedric looked surprised.

but honestly, I don't think there's any deep-seated issue between you two-it's just a communication breakdown. So,

hesitated. "When

"Wednesday."

frowned, silent

If you decide to come with me, give me a call in

"Alright."

"I'll be

for a moment,

stopped and

and Maynard-have you really decided

Stewart put you up

mentioned it

with Maynard like that,"

worried you'd rush into something for the kid's sake and end

couldn't help but laugh. "Give me