Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 274

Stewart frowned. “What do you mean?”

Garry watched him, a faint, knowing smile at the corner of his lips. “I have someone here,” he said, eyes never leaving Stewart’s face. “And I think this person might be even more valuable to you than Rosita.”

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An hour later, Stewart finally emerged from the building.

Outside, Carl was being watched by several men in black suits; he hadn’t been allowed to go in with Stewart. As soon as Stewart appeared, Carl rushed up to him. “Mr. Wentworth, how did it go?”

“We’re heading home,” Stewart replied, his voice cold and clipped.

Carl was caught off guard. “What about Ms. Lockwood?”

“She won’t be coming back for at least three years.” Stewart raised a hand and rubbed his brow, visibly exhausted. “Let’s go.”

Carl had a thousand questions, but seeing Stewart’s worn expression, he didn’t dare press for answers.

That same day, Stewart and Carl hurried back to Silveridge, barely stopping to catch their breath.

After a grueling, nearly twelve-hour flight, they landed back in Silveridge just after eleven in the morning.

As soon as they stepped out of the airport, Stewart insisted on going straight to the hospital. Carl didn’t argue.

It was exactly noon when they arrived at the Women’s and Children’s Hospital.

Stewart climbed out of the car and strode directly toward the maternity ward.

Carl couldn’t help but notice that Stewart hadn’t been himself since meeting Garry—tense, distracted, on edge. Not daring to interfere, Carl quietly sent a message to Cedric Clarke.

But Cedric didn’t reply.

Anxious and out of options, Carl trailed helplessly behind as Stewart pushed open the door to Briony’s hospital room.

The warmth in the room vanished in an instant as Stewart stepped inside.

Gwendolyn White and James were both there. James was the first to react, moving quickly to block Stewart’s path. “What are you doing here? You’re not welcome. Leave. Now!”

Stewart’s face was icy. “Move.”

“You’re the one who needs to leave!” James snapped, balling his fists as if ready for a fight.

Briony’s voice cut through the tension. “Mr. Delaney!”

James froze, turning to look at her.