Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 277

When Cedric Clarke arrived with Stella, the doors of the emergency room swung open just as they reached them.

Dr. Warren stepped out, peeling off his mask, his face grave as he shook his

head.

"I'm so sorry. We did everything we could."

For a moment, it was as if the world fell utterly silent.

Gwendolyn White's knees buckled, and James caught her just in time. "Mrs. Winslow!"

"Bryn... our Bryn..." Gwendolyn sobbed into her hands, her cries breaking the quiet. "She's so young-how could she just leave us like this? No, it's not possible -Dr. Warren, please, there must be something more you can do, please..."

"Mrs. Winslow, I'm truly sorry. We really did all we could."

Stewart stood frozen, rooted to the spot.

He barely heard Dr. Warren's gentle, clinical explanations-the medical reasons why Briony couldn't be saved. Gwendolyn refused to accept it, her wailing echoing in his ears.

Stewart, too, couldn't believe it.

Briony dead? It couldn't be.

A strange, fractured smile curled at the edge of his lips, though his eyes were rimmed with red. "No. I don't believe it..."

He murmured the words, pushing past Dr. Warren and heading toward the emergency room.

Seeing this, Cedric released Stella and hurried to intercept him, grabbing Stewart by the arm. "What are you doing?"

him like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline. "Thank God you're here! They say

steady him. "Stewart, you

must be. She

fight her for custody, so she's playing dead

his tone grave.

back, his eyes wild. "Her daughter's all she cares about now. If I just take her back to Northborough, Briony'll come running. Yes, that's it-I'll bring her daughter home-she'll have to

muttered as if possessed, turning

"Stewart!"

your eyes! Look- look at what's

Stewart turned-

of the

body lay still on the gurney,

shrank to

his tall frame

up! If you're gone, your little

trembling hands gently lifted

eyes wide with horror, a crushing pain squeezing her chest. She dropped to her knees, clutching

cries echoed down

lay motionless, untouched by the world's

slept, now

pain, no more sorrow-nothing in

weeping, gently covered Briony's face again. "Go on, Bryn. I know you're tired. Go quickly, catch up to your little one, and find your mother. When you're all

words, Stella sobbed

why the pain was so sharp, only that it felt as if her heart had

could only stare

bullet straight into his heart. He could almost feel blood welling up from the wound, flooding his chest with agony. His tall frame swayed,

He coughed harsh, wet.

over and spat out