Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 652

Stella couldn't help but chime in, "It's a shame, really. Our Bryn has finally moved on-she's not looking back."

Cedric Clarke raised his hands. "Hey, I didn't say anything!"

"You'd better not," Stella shot back, her tone firm. "Because I am a hundred percent on Bryn's side, just so you know."

Cedric tried to reason with her. "You women always tell your friends to leave, never to make up. Us guys are different. There's a kid involved—"

"Stop right there!" Stella cut him off, putting up a hand as if to block his words. "Cedric Clarke, let's change the subject, okay?"

Cedric pressed his lips together, watching Stella. There was a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

Glancing at her watch, Stella asked, "So, when will Bryn be moved out of the ICU?"

"Not so soon. She needs to be monitored there for another twenty-four hours."

"Alright, I'll head back to Skybreeze Retreat and pick up some things for her." She waved at Cedric, already halfway out the door. "See you."

out all day-why not go home and see your son? He probably needs his bottle

turned one—it's about time he was weaned

Cedric was left speechless.

hours under observation, Briony's condition finally stabilized, and she was transferred out

to The Clarke Group-Cedric Clarke was

for Briony

owned, The Clarke Group Medical Center had flourished in recent years, thanks not only to the company's backing, but also to Stewart's own connections. The hospital boasted state-of-the-art medical technology and had drawn some of

the exclusive, one-on-one VIP

over. Each had its own little

fully equipped-there was even a sterile emergency room if anything took a turn for

asleep after being moved into her cottage. When she finally woke, Stewart was right there beside her

folded arms, half his face hidden in the crook of his elbow. The side of his

in surprise. In her memory, Stewart was always dignified and put-together, no matter the circumstances. Even when he'd been seriously ill, he'd never let himself look

"Stewart's the kind of man who

he were on his

was-hair tousled,

then, the door