Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 277

When Cedric Clarke arrived with Stella, the doors of the emergency room swung open just as they reached them.

Dr. Warren stepped out, peeling off his mask, his face grave as he shook his head.

“I’m so sorry. We did everything we could.”

For a moment, it was as if the world fell utterly silent.

Gwendolyn White’s knees buckled, and James caught her just in time. “Mrs. Winslow!”

“Bryn… our Bryn…” Gwendolyn sobbed into her hands, her cries breaking the quiet. “She’s so young—how could she just leave us like this? No, it’s not possible—Dr. Warren, please, there must be something more you can do, please…”

“Mrs. Winslow, I’m truly sorry. We really did all we could.”

Stewart stood frozen, rooted to the spot.

He barely heard Dr. Warren’s gentle, clinical explanations—the medical reasons why Briony couldn’t be saved. Gwendolyn refused to accept it, her wailing echoing in his ears.

Stewart, too, couldn’t believe it.

Briony—dead? It couldn’t be.

A strange, fractured smile curled at the edge of his lips, though his eyes were rimmed with red. “No. I don’t believe it…”

He murmured the words, pushing past Dr. Warren and heading toward the emergency room.

Seeing this, Cedric released Stella and hurried to intercept him, grabbing Stewart by the arm. “What are you doing?”

Stewart turned and, recognizing Cedric, clung to him like a drowning man reaching for a lifeline. “Thank God you’re here! They say Briony’s dead. That’s impossible, isn’t it?”

Cedric frowned, trying to steady him. “Stewart, you need to calm down—”

“She’s faking it. She must be. She just wants to get away from me.”

Stewart let out a strangled laugh. “She’s probably terrified I’ll fight her for custody, so she’s playing dead to escape. She hates me that much—of course she’d go to extremes just to cut me out…”

“Stewart, enough,” Cedric said firmly, his tone grave. “This is a reputable hospital. They wouldn’t—”

“I don’t care!” Stewart jerked back, his eyes wild. “Her daughter’s all she cares about now. If I just take her back to Northborough, Briony’ll come running. Yes, that’s it—I’ll bring her daughter home—she’ll have to come back…”

He muttered as if possessed, turning toward the neonatal unit.

“Stewart!”

Cedric rushed after him, grabbing him by the shoulders. “Open your eyes! Look—look at what’s right in front of you!”

Stewart turned—

Briony was being wheeled out of the emergency room by a nurse.

Her body lay still on the gurney, shrouded in a sheet.

Stewart’s pupils shrank to pinpricks.

“No…” He shook his head, his tall frame suddenly frozen as if turned to stone.

Gwendolyn threw herself over Briony’s body, sobbing. “Bryn, Bryn, wake up! If you’re gone, your little girl will have no mother—how could you do this? Bryn, please, wake up…”

James broke down, tears streaming as his trembling hands gently lifted the edge of the sheet.