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?"

turned and, recognizing Cedric, clung to him like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline. "Thank

steady him.

She just wants to

her for custody, so she's playing dead to escape. She

tone grave.

just

possessed, turning toward the

"Stewart!"

shoulders. "Open your eyes! Look- look at what's right in

Stewart turned-

was being wheeled out of

lay still on the gurney, shrouded in

shrank

frame suddenly frozen

herself over Briony's body, sobbing. "Bryn, Bryn, wake up! If you're gone, your little girl will have no mother-how could you do

as his trembling hands gently lifted the edge of

just barely parted. Stella stared, her own eyes wide with horror, a crushing pain squeezing her chest. She

down

motionless, untouched by the

slept, now and

no more sorrow-nothing in this world could ever hurt

I know you're tired. Go quickly, catch up to your little one, and

words, Stella sobbed

pain was so sharp, only that it felt as if her heart had been torn

stare in numb

pain shot through his chest, as if someone had fired a bullet straight into his heart. He could almost feel blood welling up from the

He coughed harsh, wet.

and spat