Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 271

Westenmar, Capital City.

Garry Ferguson's Private Estate.

Rosita had been here for three days now.

Not once had Garry come home.

She'd asked Larson about it.

All he told her was that Garry had "important business" to attend to-what kind of business, he wouldn't say.

Something wasn't right. Rosita could feel it.

She thought about calling Garry, but when she reached for her phone, she

realized there was no signal.

More precisely, the signal was being blocked.

She turned to Larson with a hard stare. "What's Garry playing at?"

Larson's face didn't so much as twitch. His tone was strictly professional: "I'm sorry, Ms. Lockwood. I'm just following Mr. Ferguson's instructions. He must have his reasons for this. Please be patient."

Rosita's heart sank a little further.

Larson was Garry's right hand-if he'd been stationed here, it could only mean Garry had no plans to come back anytime soon. And he certainly wasn't planning on letting her leave.

just stared ahead, expressionless,

on her heel and stormed back to

every bottle of makeup off her

refused to see her, and now he'd cut off any way for her to reach

She was completely isolated.

was happening back in Silveridge,

twisted with

up to? Had

Silveridge

and Children's Hospital

plane touched down, it was already seven in

Clarke and Carl were waiting

took the wheel while

broke the silence first. "My sister's

the bridge of

did the

just issued another critical condition

for a long moment before he finally

us dared to tell her about her brother. Right now, she

"She's going to find out sooner or

their mother, she has a right to know. But

a little stronger before we break it

Stewart didn't respond.

hesitating before speaking again. "Honestly, Stewart, I don't