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 confessions from captured ringleaders, they

decade, the long shadow of the "Gray Operation"

He was

sun

just about to enter Briony's room when Mr.

at the screen, then

rough, but steady. "Ten years. You finally made

silent for a long

Hoffman, you've carried

you're not so young yourself. For this

Stewart closed his eyes.

He didn't answer.

point, regret was

now was

up, Stewart lingered outside the hospital room,

gently pushed open the door and slipped

out of isolation the day

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

entered, Briony was standing at

at the sound of the

Their eyes met.

understanding passed between

shawl from the coat rack,

recover. You can't

adjusted the shawl, her voice soft. "I've been stuck in bed

happened, a quiet truce had settled between