Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 645

Stewart helped Briony sit down on the bed.

She took the glass of water he handed her, swallowed the medication the nurse had insisted she take, and asked, "When can we go home?"

They'd been away too long. She missed her two children desperately.

Given everything that had happened, she knew they were unbelievably lucky to have made it this far.

She understood the odds of finding a matching bone marrow donor were slim, but even if she was going to die, she wanted to go home first.

There's something deeply rooted in everyone-no matter how long you've been away, you want to return to where you belong.

"When your health is a little more stable." Stewart took the glass from her and set it on the table. "Do you want to FaceTime with the kids?"

Briony's eyes lit up. "Of course I do. How do I look right now, though? Still like a patient?"

"Much better than a few days ago." Stewart gave her a soft smile. "It's all over now, Bryn. You and the kids are safe."

Briony pressed her lips together, hesitating for a moment. "Did they ever find Ferdinand's body?"

the bottom of the cliff. The search teams combed the area for three days and found nothing. Chances

fell silent

pause, she asked, "What

a miscarriage, but she's in the hospital

to see

couple of days. Why don't you

Briony nodded. "Alright."

keep the hospital bed out of sight, she

connected almost immediately. James's face filled the

with excitement. "You heartless woman- you finally remembered to call

him, and though he hadn't said much,

and

by an ocean, seeing James on her screen made her chest ache.

"James, I'm okay now="

spilled down before

everything. Thank God you're alright. As soon as you're better, I'll send my dad's

smile. "Alright.

backyard with Lucky!" As James spoke, he carried the phone outside. "You have no idea how tough Lucky's life has been while you've been gone. Little Nina's been dressing him up, putting makeup on him-poor dog tries to play sick just

but laugh at James's exasperation. She could picture Lucky's suffering face as if