Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 77

Lunar Heights Estate.

Irwin was clamoring to build a snowman, and because Rosita was too frail to play outside with him, Stewart stepped in himself.

From the sunroom upstairs, Rosita watched her husband and son in the snowy yard below, their laughter drifting up to her. Her eyes were filled with tenderness and contentment.

Suddenly, a phone vibrated on the wooden tea table beside her.

It was Stewart's phone.

Rosita walked over and picked it up, pausing when she saw the caller ID: Cedric Clarke.

Her hand stilled for a moment as she recalled a video she'd just watched online. She glanced through the window at Stewart and Irwin, still playing in the snow.

After a breath, she set the phone back down, lifted her cup of herbal tea, and sipped slowly, savoring the warmth.

At the hospital, Cedric Clarke had already called five times, but no one answered. "This is odd. Why isn't Stewart picking up?" he muttered.

"Maybe he's ignoring you on purpose!" Stella was clearly agitated. "He probably guessed you were calling about Bryn and decided not to answer!"

"Stewart isn't like that," Cedric replied with conviction. "He's probably just busy—" "Oh, forget it! I must be out of my mind to think Stewart would help!" Stella sighed in frustration. "I'll just go to the Kensingtons myself!"

you want to go alone?" Cedric caught

wanting to trouble him-but then she remembered the Kensingtons and their notorious arrogance. The Clarke family was influential in Northborough, and Cedric was close to Stewart.

nodded. "Thank you, Dr.

nodded back, about to say something else when a nurse rushed over, face pale

Clarke, urgent! The patient

Room 28!

eyes widened. "That's Ms. Hudson,

check on her right away!" Cedric

lost consciousness. Cedric

ER, pacing back and forth, anxiety etched in

looking just

snack from the convenience store. By the time she returned, Julia was already in

happened to Julia, Gina knew

painfully long half hour passed before the emergency room light finally flicked

The door swung open.

"How is Ms.

pulling down his surgical mask with a relieved smile. "She's already regained consciousness. There's no sign of her condition worsening-it looks like

distress?" Stella frowned. "She's barely left her room. What could

left her earlier, she seemed fine," Gina recalled. "She even asked me