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?"

for a lifeline. "Thank God you're here! They say Briony's

steady him. "Stewart, you need

be. She

she's playing dead to escape. She hates me that much-of course she'd go to extremes just to cut me

his tone grave. "This

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

as if possessed, turning toward the neonatal

"Stewart!"

"Open your eyes! Look- look at

Stewart turned-

was being wheeled out of

still on the gurney,

pupils shrank to

head, his tall frame suddenly frozen as if turned

you're gone, your little girl will have

his trembling

face was peaceful, her eyes closed, lips just barely parted. Stella stared, her own eyes wide with horror,

cries echoed down the

motionless, untouched by the world's

slept, now and

no more sorrow-nothing in this world

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

Gwendolyn's words, Stella sobbed even

pain was so sharp, only that

only stare in numb

a bullet straight into his heart. He could almost feel blood welling up from the wound, flooding his chest with

He coughed harsh, wet.

chest, Stewart doubled over and spat out a mouthful of