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."

Stella forced herself to swallow her outrage, at least for

front, accepting a candle from one of the funeral staff, preparing to

forward, planting herself squarely in front of

Rosita both stopped, caught

mother," Briony spat, her glare filled with utter contempt,

about to say something, but

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

Stewart muttered. "Briony's got issues with Rosita, and Rosita

for a full three seconds before finding his voice. "Unbelievable... Stewart, it's no wonder you're getting divorced. Honestly, you

up the sarcasm in Cedric's tone. His expression

had completely missed the point. He mentally

stood awkwardly by herself, her eyes red

Kensington," she pleaded, "I know it's hard to accept, but Stewart and I are truly here to honor Ms. Hudson's

in front of Rosita. "Rosita,

her brow creasing. She quickly

please calm down. If Ms. Hudson were here, she wouldn't want

mother left me a voice message before

Rosita froze.

nuance of