Chapter 117

Cedric Clarke thought Stewart was being more than a little paranoid.

From his perspective, Briony absolutely loathed Stewart at this point. If she really was pregnant, given the state of things between them, there was no way she'd keep the baby. Yet Stewart wouldn't let it go—he was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Cedric worried Stewart might go off the rails again because of this, so he reluctantly agreed to run the errand on his behalf.

Dean's Office.

Cedric relayed Stewart's request to Quentin.

Quentin listened with a raised brow, his tone cool. "Stewart seems awfully invested in this Ms. Kensington, doesn't he?"

Cedric's eyelid twitched. "You can ask Stewart yourself. The man's a vault. I've known him for years and he's barely shared a thing with me."

Quentin gave a short laugh. "Can't say I've ever been thrilled with him as a brother-in-law, but Rosita likes him. As her big brother, I've learned to let some things slide."

Cedric thought privately, That's rich-your brother-in-law isn't exactly your biggest fan either!

Quentin said no more, just picked up the phone and dialed the extension for IT. "Dr. Clarke will be over soon. Help him pull some files."

When he hung up, he glanced at Cedric. "Tell Stewart he owes me another favor."

Cedric's mouth twitched. "Noted."

as he stepped out of the dean's office, Cedric rolled

What a smooth operator.

the office, Quentin opened a drawer and pulled out

the

Patient name: Briony.

drags, then picked up

answered after a few rings, her voice gentle.

Stewart's been in an

Rosita's voice sharpened with panic. "How? Is

her. "Don't worry. He was rushed to the hospital in time. He's not

me his room number, please. I'm coming over

"Of course."

hanging up, Quentin texted her

aside and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his

the glass, his brown eyes were cold and unreadable. "Stewart, for your sake, you'd better not let Rosita down.

revealed another document beneath it—

was paperclipped to the top: Stella, bright-eyed, with a

murmured, lips curling into a faint smile. He stubbed out

acrid scent of burning paper filled the office as his voice drifted through

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