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?"

teams combed the area for three days and found nothing. Chances are,

silent

a long pause, she asked,

she's in the hospital now. The doctors

to

it another couple of days. Why don't you call the

Briony nodded. "Alright."

she looked, so she pulled her shawl higher to cover the hospital gown beneath. Then, to keep the hospital

almost immediately. James's

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

though he hadn't said much, her nose stung with

and it

her screen made her chest ache. Relief and homesickness

"James, I'm okay now="

down before she could stop

end, James's eyes went red too. “Theard everything. Thank God you're alright. As soon as you're better, I'll send

a watery smile. "Alright. Where are the

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 to get a

but laugh at James's exasperation. She could picture Lucky's