Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 644

"She'll need to be moved to a private, sterile room for observation. There's a large patch of subcutaneous bleeding on her back-probably from bumping into something in the mountains. The bleeding's under control now, but we need to keep a close eye on her."

For leukemia patients, even the smallest bruise is a threat. The skin might not break, but severe internal bleeding beneath the surface can have disastrous consequences.

Briony was dangerously fragile now.

Even the most ordinary germ could send her spiraling back into crisis.

Stewart's mind was a storm of confusion; he still couldn't process the reality of Briony's illness.

But denial was pointless now. All he could do was face it head-on and find a way to save her, whatever it took.

"Is a bone marrow transplant really her only option? Is there any chance on your end...?"

"It's leukemia," Jonah replied, already knowing what Stewart was about to ask. He let out a weary sigh. "And it's the most aggressive kind. Even if I could help, it would take years of work. She simply doesn't have that kind of time..."

Stewart closed his eyes, pain etched deep into his face.

...

Briony lingered in a coma for three days and nights. Her temperature and vital signs gradually stabilized, but she never woke.

Stewart visited her every day, suiting up in sterile gear and sitting by her side for hours on end.

If the organization hadn't needed him to handle some final details, he would have stayed with her day and night, never leaving her bedside.

On the third day, good news finally arrived.

The raid at the wedding estate had been a resounding success. All remaining members of the syndicate had been captured, save for Ferdinand, who'd fallen off a cliff after being shot-his body still missing.

organization deployed special operations teams. Using Stewart's intel and

shadow of the

complete. He was free

relentless rain, the sun finally broke through over

was just about to enter Briony's room when Mr. Hoffman's

staring at the

old man's voice was rough, but steady. "Ten years. You finally made it to the

silent for a

Hoffman, you've carried your

chuckled. “And you're not so young yourself. For this mission, you lost your

Stewart closed his eyes.

He didn't answer.

this point, regret was

now was

the hospital room, taking a moment to

gently pushed open the

moved out of

arranged for her to have the top-floor VIP suite-quiet, with plenty

entered, Briony was standing at the

the sound of

Their eyes met.

calm understanding

shawl from

starting to recover. You can't let yourself catch a

soft. "I've been stuck in bed for days. I just needed to

happened, a quiet truce had settled between them—a sense of