Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 553

The Clarke family knew a reputable spiritual advisor. Arranging the burial plot fell to Cedric Clarke.

By the time they left the police station, the rain had finally stopped.

Cedric unlocked the car and turned to Briony. "Are you going to the funeral?"

"I'll go on behalf of the children," she replied.

Cedric pressed his lips together, nodded, and slid into the driver's seat. The car pulled away, leaving the others behind.

Carl was inconsolable. This six-foot-tall man crouched on the curb beside the black Maybach, his broad shoulders trembling as he sobbed like a lost child.

Watching him, James let out a heavy sigh. "Carl truly was loyal to Stewart, right to the end."

Briony walked over, rummaged through her purse, and handed Carl a packet of tissues. "Here-wipe your face. You need to pull yourself together. Stewart's gone, but the firm is still here. He trusted you deeply. You have to honor that and keep the practice running."

Carl stared at her in surprise, then his grief erupted anew.

"Ms. Kensington, our Mr. Wentworth is gone-he's really gone..."

her

across the wet pavement. The light caught her face, hiding her

Kensington remain so composed while he was falling apart? Didn't she love Mr. Wentworth at all? Even if she no longer loved him, they'd known each other for years, raised

Mr. Wentworth could hear, he'd come

Wentworth was planning to go to Switzerland for treatment. Why-why did this have to happen just when he finally wanted to fight for

simply couldn't make sense of it. All he felt was the bitterness

off to the side, quietly lighting a slim cigarette. She held it between elegant fingers, but didn't bother to take a drag. Staring at Briony's unwavering calm, Lorna finally snapped. She flung the

she grabbed Briony's arm and spun

as she

No hint of

out a shaky, bitter laugh, her eyes shining with tears.

even if he hurt you a thousand times, he's dead. Doesn't that mean

Briony didn't argue.

James rushed over, stepping

and shielding Briony. "Enough, torna! Bryn doesn't owe her ex-husband a

The only reason she's here tonight is for the children. Attending Stewart's funeral is more than anyone

at James,

someone who prided herself on composure. Losing control like this -she couldn't remember the last time it had happened. Tonight, she must have lost her

briskly wiped