Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 180

After they arrived at the hotel-

Stella swiped the keycard and pushed the door open. Briony's face twisted in discomfort; she clapped a hand over her mouth and rushed straight into the bathroom.

Retching echoed from inside.

"Bryn—” Stella called, hurrying after her.

Outside the bathroom, Stewart and Cedric Clarke waited in the hallway, listening

to Briony's painful vomiting. Both men wore grim expressions.

It was a while before the sounds finally subsided.

Stella emerged, supporting a pale and exhausted Briony as they left the bathroom together.

The room had two beds. Stella guided Briony to one and helped her lie down.

Briony was clearly feeling awful-she barely managed to close her eyes before slipping into a restless sleep.

Stella pressed her palm to Briony's forehead.

A slight fever.

She tucked the blanket around Briony, then got up and stepped outside the room. Looking straight at Cedric Clarke, she said, "Leave your first aid kit with me."

Cedric handed it over, concern etched on his face. "Is she all right?"

at Stewart. "Thanks to someone, she was throwing up nonstop on the flight and now, just landed, she's running a fever. What

Cedric had no answer.

Stella snatched the kit from Cedric's hands and shut the door

Cedric scratched his nose and shook his head. "Man, look

thin line,

moment, he turned and strode toward the

"Hey, where are

...

room, Stella took

99.9 degrees.

her fever

kit, rummaged through it, but

no other option, she soaked a cloth in rubbing alcohol and gently wiped Briony's forehead

her sleep, brow furrowed in distress. Even

her friend, and she silently cursed Stewart all over

sleep was fitful-her body alternated between chills and feverish heat. She had a vague sense of someone tending to her,

that fog, she heard a

"Bryn... Bryn..."

and found herself

long she

voice echoed from

don't go any further! Come

She stopped and turned.

had transformed into a sun-dappled path lined

just like this. She'd been so afraid of falling, always struggling to learn, but her grandfather never scolded her. He was always

It's not talent that matters most, Bryn-it's the courage to keep going,