Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 147

James stepped out of the elevator and nearly collided with Stewart.

Stewart's expression was dark, his face set in a stormy scowl. Without so much as a glance at James, he brushed past him and strode straight into the elevator.

James frowned and turned to look back just as the elevator doors slid shut behind Stewart.

"What's got him in such a hurry? Something happen to Rosita?" he muttered to himself with a shrug, then headed down the hall into the studio.

After dropping his things off in the restoration room, James made his way to the office in search of Briony.

She was at her desk, head bowed, one hand pressed to her temple. She looked pale and worn out.

James rapped his knuckles lightly on the surface of her desk. Briony's hand stilled and she glanced up at him, eyes tired.

"What was Stewart doing here again?" James asked.

"He thinks I was the one who leaked everything last night."

James's brows knit together. "Leaked what?"

Briony gave him a quick rundown of the situation.

But seriously, who was behind that

can do can't go to court, can't expose the truth. I honestly have no idea what I'm supposed to

at a loss for

man like Stewart-what

...

the hospital, outside

Rosita still

bag of blood was rushed through the swinging doors to the

Cedric Clarke reacted in time, grabbing hold of Quentin and dragging him back before things could

Cedric pleaded, having to use real force to keep Quentin away

fury. "I'm warning you-if Rosita doesn't make it, I'll make you

stared back, his eyes cold and unreadable. Quentin's threats rolled

moment, Stewart had only one

made a promise-to look after her and her son for the

be able

was rushed

a tight grip on Quentin, staying close in case he

crawled by, minute

like an eternity, the light above the ER finally

the sweat-soaked mask