Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 100

Briony gave him a deep, respectful bow. "Dr. Clarke, thank you so much for coming."

Cedric Clarke scratched the back of his head, looking distinctly uncomfortable. "Actually, I just ran into Stewart and the others in the parking lot."

At his words, Briony's brow furrowed.

"The others?" Stella had a bad feeling. "Who's with Stewart?"

Before Cedric could answer, a commotion sounded at the door.

Stewart walked in with Rosita at his side, and Irwin trailing after them-his forehead still bandaged.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Stella rolled up her sleeves, eyes narrowing. "If I don't lose my temper over this, then—"

Stella's mother, Scarlett Joyner, swooped in just in time, grabbing her arm and hissing, "What do you think you're doing? This is a funeral. Get a hold of yourself."

Stella gritted her teeth, barely keeping her anger in check. "They're obviously here to cause trouble!"

"The dead deserve respect," Scarlett warned. "Let's just see what they're up to. Don't do anything rash."

forced herself to swallow her

front, accepting a candle from one

herself squarely in

and Rosita both stopped, caught

Briony spat, her glare filled with utter contempt, as if she were looking

about to say something, but Cedric

voice. "Are you insane? It's bad enough

this. She really means it," Stewart muttered. "Briony's got issues with Rosita, and Rosita wants to

stared at him in disbelief, gaping for a full three seconds before finding his voice. "Unbelievable... Stewart, it's no wonder

bristled, picking up the sarcasm

sigh internally, realizing Stewart had completely missed the point. He mentally lit a candle

herself, her eyes red and brimming with tears, looking every bit the

to accept, but Stewart and I are truly here to honor Ms.

let out a cold laugh. She lifted Julia's portrait and held it right in front of Rosita. "Rosita, do you dare look my mother in the eye and swear you didn't hurt her? Do

her brow creasing. She quickly

took a step back, her voice trembling with innocence. "Ms. Kensington, please calm down. If Ms. Hudson were here, she wouldn't want to

left me a voice message

Rosita froze.

every nuance of her