Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 111

Stella handled Briony's hospital admission first, then led her to the ward to change into a hospital gown.

Once Briony had changed, they went through a series of routine checkups.

The test results would be ready in half an hour.

That wait felt endless. Briony stood by the window, silent and still.

Stella and James kept her company, quietly staying nearby without intruding.

Thirty minutes ticked by before the results finally arrived-everything was normal, and she was cleared for surgery.

At that moment, a message came from the operating room: they were ready.

"Bryn," Stella called softly, "it's time. We should go to the OR."

Briony's lashes fluttered as she slowly turned around.

Stella walked over and wrapped her in a gentle hug. "Don't be nervous. I'll be right there with you," she reassured her.

reply was barely

stood off to the side, wordless, his brow furrowed, the concern on

their way to the doors of

arm and walked her in. The heavy doors swung shut behind

...

Municipal Court. The judge's gavel hit the bench, marking the end of the case. The verdict: the plaintiff had won

the corridor, only to have the victim's parents

Attorney

plain clothes, fell to their knees, thanking Stewart over and over as they bowed in gratitude. Stewart's eyes widened in

steady but gentle. "This is my duty as your attorney. There's

of Northborough willing to help us-no one but you, Attorney Wentworth..." The mother's tears streamed

and commanding in the courtroom, but outside of it, he'd never been comfortable with

over

caught his meaning immediately and stepped forward, his tone soothing. "Really, you're giving us too much credit. Attorney Wentworth only did what any good lawyer should do. The case is won-go home and take care

left the comforting to Carl and walked away toward his car, a

phone and saw several missed calls from Jason. Stewart

voice urgent and loud. "Finally! You have no idea who I just ran into at the hospital-guess who was in the OB-GYN wing?" Stewart paused, a strange sense of foreboding creeping over him. "Who?"

grip on the steering wheel