Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 416

Bianca called Briony's name a few times, but got no response. Setting the bowl of noodles on the table, she crossed the room and gently tapped Briony's shoulder. "Ma'am?"

But Briony was still out cold, deep in an unresponsive sleep.

Something felt wrong. Bianca reached out and touched Briony's forehead-her skin was burning hot.

Carl had just stepped out of The Wentworth Group building when he spotted Cedric Clarke's car parked down the street.

He froze, then instinctively spun on his heel, ready to bolt.

"Carl, don't you dare run!"

Cedric's furious shout rang out as he strode over and blocked Carl's path.

Carl glanced around, looking uncomfortable. "Mr. Clarke, I really don't know where Mr. Wentworth is."

"You're his most trusted assistant. There's no way you don't know where he went!"

a weary laugh. "Really, I don't know. Not

are starting to realize something's wrong. It's been two days-Briony's only replied to messages, and it's obviously not

you're worried. But this time, I swear I'm not hiding anything. Mr.

if trying to

too, honestly. Mr. Wentworth

ran a hand through his hair

spat.

Randolph Driscoll's death had nearly destroyed Stewart. Ever since, Stewart had been quietly taking medication and attending secret therapy

always said Randolph's

presence had met

net.

with the truth about Irwin's parentage coming to light-Rosita had deceived them all.

Stewart learned the truth, he collapsed on the spot, blood spilling

of Ottilie Crowning Night, Stewart was

in the ICU, unconscious, with the doctors saying his will

the hospital. Cedric had no idea what Garry

mind, to lash out at Rosita. But none of