Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 252

Jeannie gently coaxed Irwin back into bed, then lay down beside him, softly humming a lullaby.

It didn’t take long before Irwin drifted off to sleep again.

Once she was sure he was sound asleep, Jeannie quietly slipped out of bed and left the room.

She went next door and picked up her phone, glancing at the time.

A little after 2 a.m.—hardly an appropriate hour to call her employer.

But the matter was too important for her to care about propriety.

Jeannie dialed Stewart’s number.

He answered almost immediately.

“Ms. Radcliffe.” Stewart’s deep voice came through the line. “Did Irwin have another nightmare?”

Jeannie felt her cheeks flush, her heart still pounding. She steadied herself and answered respectfully, “I’m sorry to bother you so late, Mr. Wentworth.”

She hesitated, then continued, “Irwin did have another nightmare. This time it was worse than before—he cried harder, kept saying he saw his mother covered in blood. While I was comforting him, he let a few things slip…”

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The next morning, just after nine, the specialists Hannah had contacted arrived.

Three technicians showed up, dressed in protective gear and carrying professional equipment. They checked every inch of Briony’s office and lounge, inside and out.

Half an hour later, the results were in.

No traces of high radiation were found anywhere.

Hannah called Briony with the update.

Briony was surprised when she heard the news.

She hung up and turned to James, who looked anxious. “Well? Did they find anything?”

Briony shook her head. “Hannah said they didn’t detect a thing.”

“Really?” James frowned, unconvinced. “Maybe they missed something?”

“Hannah watched them the whole time. She’s thorough—nothing gets past her.”

“So, were we wrong?” James huffed. “Guess that kid still has a conscience—didn’t team up with the old witch to set you up.”

Briony pressed her lips together and sighed. “Now we’re back to square one. No leads at all.”

James tried to comfort her. “Forget it. It’s over. What matters now is that you’re safe. Just focus on taking care of yourself and the twins. That’s what’s important.”

Briony gave him a faint smile. “What if they’re both boys?”

James scowled. “Don’t jinx it!”

She couldn’t help but laugh.

—

Northborough, the law offices.

Carl knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

He stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and walked over to the desk, placing a metal box on the polished surface.

“Mr. Wentworth, I found it.”

Stewart glanced at the box. “Was it handled?”

“Yes. Hannah was watching the whole time, but luckily the stone was under the bed. The technician was quick—got it out before she noticed.”

Stewart reached for the box, but Carl quickly warned, “Sir, be careful. That thing is highly radioactive.”