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!"

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

others are starting to realize something's wrong. It's been two days-Briony's only replied to messages, and

time, I

as if trying to see through the

Mr. Wentworth still hasn't

hand through his hair in

he spat. "Who could've guessed she'd even

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

psychiatrist had always said

met s

net.

light-Rosita had

Stewart learned the truth, he collapsed on the spot, blood spilling from his mouth, and

night of Ottilie Crowning Night, Stewart

with the doctors

idea what Garry did-only that shortly after his visit, Stewart

his mind, to lash out at Rosita. But none