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.

the organization deployed special operations teams. Using Stewart's intel and confessions from captured ringleaders, they dismantled

shadow of the "Gray Operation" was lifted-all remnants of the criminal network

complete. He was

week of relentless rain, the sun finally broke

enter Briony's room when

at the screen,

steady. "Ten years.

phone, silent

Hoffman, you've carried your share of the

old man now," Mr. Hoffman chuckled. “And you're not so young yourself. For this mission, you lost your friends, your family fell apart... Do you

Stewart closed his eyes.

He didn't answer.

point, regret was

he wanted now was for Briony to

lingered outside the hospital

length, he gently pushed open the

moved out of isolation the day

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

standing at

turned at the sound

Their eyes met.

understanding passed between

shawl from the coat rack, draping it gently

You can't let

her voice soft. "I've been stuck in bed for days.

truce had settled between them—a sense of peace and