Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 269

Gwendolyn White pressed her lips together, a sting of tears building in her nose.

She was terrified that these memories would haunt her for the rest of her life…

Carney slipped an arm around his wife, letting out a heavy sigh. “As heartbreaking as this is, we should try to be grateful. At least fate left her with a daughter.”

…

When James heard about Briony’s accident overseas, he immediately called his father and caught the first private jet back to Silveridge.

He arrived at the hospital just as Cedric Clarke was pulling up.

They ran into each other outside the main entrance.

James’s face was dark. He glanced around, not seeing Stewart, and asked, “Stewart’s not here?”

Cedric had only learned after landing that Stewart had already taken the child’s body back to Northborough.

Word was, Stewart intended to bury the baby in the Wentworth family mausoleum.

But Cedric decided it was best not to mention that right now.

“He went back to Northborough.”

James gave a cold snort. “Better that he’s not here.”

Cedric Clarke let out a long sigh. At this point, he honestly didn’t know what else to say.

“Let’s go inside and take a look.”

James and Cedric hurried toward the inpatient wing.

—

Outside the intensive care unit, Gwendolyn White, Carney, and Carl were waiting.

Cedric had already introduced himself to Gwendolyn and Carney.

Gwendolyn gave Cedric a tired nod. “Bryn’s spoken of you before, Dr. Clarke. Thank you for coming all this way.”

“I’m a friend of Ms. Kensington’s,” Cedric replied. “It’s only right that I check in.”

Gwendolyn pressed her lips together again, sighing. “Bryn’s been through so much. Stewart took the baby away—I have no idea how I’ll ever explain that to Bryn when she wakes up.”

Cedric hesitated, thoughtful. “Maybe Stewart just wanted to give the child a proper resting place.”

Gwendolyn’s expression tightened, but she said nothing more.

Briony’s condition had stabilized. Seeing her like this pained James, but he was slightly relieved.

“I’m going to check on my goddaughter,” he said quietly.

“I’ll go with you,” Cedric offered.

The two of them headed to the neonatal unit.

On the way, James asked, “Has Dr. Joyner gotten her memory back?”

Cedric shook his head. “No. But last night she had a nightmare—said she saw someone bleeding badly. She couldn’t make out who it was. It scared her so much she woke up with chest pains.”

James frowned. “She and Bryn were like sisters. Even without her memory, she must still care for Bryn deep down.”

“That’s how it seems now. I blame myself,” Cedric said heavily. “I thought the nightmares were from trauma—I never connected them to Briony. If I’d paid closer attention, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out this way.”

James’s expression darkened. “Hindsight’s always twenty-twenty. If I’d known what Bryn would go through while I was abroad, I never would have left her.”

Cedric turned to look at him.