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!"

laugh. "Really, I don't

Mr. Delaney and the others are starting to realize something's wrong. It's been two days-Briony's only replied to

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

stared at him, as if trying

with anxiety. "I'm worried too, honestly. Mr. Wentworth still hasn't fully

ran a hand through

he spat. "Who

Stewart. Ever since, Stewart had been quietly

psychiatrist had always said Randolph's death

presence had met s

net.

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

blood spilling from his mouth, and had to be rushed to the

Night, Stewart was in critical condition

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

what Garry did-only that shortly after

his mind, to lash out