Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 88

After they got in the car, Stella unscrewed her insulated bottle and handed it to

Briony. "Here, drink some warm water. With that injury on your head and another sleepless night behind you, your body's going to give out if you don't take care of yourself."

Briony kept her gaze down and shook her head slightly, almost as if talking to herself. "Where do you think my mom could've gone?"

Stella pressed her lips together, at a loss for an answer.

From the back seat, Gina suddenly slapped her thigh. "Why don't we just ask Attorney Wentworth?"

Stewart?

Stella turned to look at Gina. "Why would we talk to him?"

"We went to Attorney Wentworth's office together yesterday morning."

"What?" Stella was stunned. "Why didn't you mention this earlier?"

"You guys... never asked."

Briony looked over at Gina. "Why did my mom go to his office?”

happened to be meeting with Attorney Wentworth, too. After a while, your mom told me to wait outside. I don't

go

started the car without

had been hectic for

her schedule suddenly clear, she'd taken to dropping by the law firm

carrying a homemade breakfast. As she stepped out of her car, she caught sight of a white BMW parked by the curb. Rosita paused for a second, then looked away and strode gracefully into the

on

the pages.

entered, walking straight to

glanced at the intimidating stack of files, her brows drawing together. Her tone was

a noncommittal

"Stewart, I know how much this case means to you, but you still need to eat and keep a normal routine. At least pause for breakfast,

I'll eat after I finish

Rosita slipped the files from his hands and nudged

as

as cool and impassive as ever, but there was an unmistakable flicker of impatience in his dark

smiled sweetly, tucking the files behind her back and tilting her chin up in mock defiance. "If you don't eat, I'm

again. He specifically asked me to make sure you took

of Irwin,

let out a quiet

and was just about to open it when there