Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 236

Stewart didn’t answer right away. He simply looked at her, his dark eyes deep and unreadable. “Garry called you, didn’t he?”

Briony frowned. “So you heard it from him, too?”

“I have my own sources,” Stewart replied coolly. “Cedric Clarke knows as well. He and I are heading to Westenmar ourselves to bring Stella back.”

Briony stared, momentarily stunned.

Stewart, volunteering to help?

But she quickly reasoned it out—he and Dr. Clarke were old friends, so Cedric probably asked Stewart to step in.

The air between them grew tense and awkward, neither willing to speak.

By all logic, Briony knew she should thank Stewart for offering to help. But his sudden eagerness just didn’t fit the Stewart she knew. Even if Cedric Clarke had asked him, there was no reason for Stewart to rush over and talk to her first thing…

“What did Garry want from you?” Stewart’s low voice cut into her thoughts.

She met his eyes, frowning slightly, hesitating over whether to tell him the truth.

Stewart saw right through her hesitation. His tone dropped. “Briony, if you want to get Stella back from Garry, you’re going to have to trust me and work with me.”

Briony’s eyes went cold; she sounded tired of all this. “He wants me to marry him.”

Stewart’s brows shot up.

A moment later, his lips curled in a mocking smile. “Well, that’s some nerve.”

Briony almost laughed at his reaction.

Wasn’t Stewart just as shameless? Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. No wonder they’d once been comrades-in-arms; they were cut from the same cloth.

“Tell me, Attorney Wentworth,” Briony said with a dry laugh, “if you’re so eager to help, you know Garry gave me just one week. If you’re really on my side, let’s go finalize the divorce papers right now.”

“And once we’re divorced,” Stewart’s gaze was icy as he held her stare, “you’ll just turn around and marry Garry?”

“If marrying Garry can save Star, I have nothing to hesitate over.”

Stewart gave a short, almost incredulous laugh. “You’d go that far for Stella?”

“Yes,” Briony said, voice unwavering. “Star is worth it.”

Her resolve sparked a flash of anger in Stewart’s chest. His face darkened, a storm brewing in his eyes as he stared her down, unblinking.

Briony didn’t back down. She met his gaze, unflinching.

The standoff stretched out, heavy and silent.

At last, Stewart let out a dry chuckle, lips twisting. “Whether we divorce or not isn’t up to anyone else.”

Briony’s laugh was cold. “Don’t flatter yourself, Stewart. There hasn’t been an ‘us’ for a long time. There’s just you, and me.”

“I’ve hired a new nanny for Irwin,” Stewart said, his tone sincere. “I want you to show her the ropes—Irwin’s routines, his favorite foods—just for a week.”

Briony was surprised. Why the sudden change—was he unwilling to let Rosita look after the child? Of course that was it.

She was annoyed, but on second thought, if the new nanny could keep Irwin occupied, maybe he’d stop clinging to her so much. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

After a moment, Briony nodded. “Fine. I’ll do it—after you and Dr. Clarke bring Star back.”

“Deal.”

“And once Irwin’s settled in with the new nanny, I want you to finalize the divorce papers with me.”

Stewart shook his head. “We’ll talk about the divorce later.”

Briony clenched her jaw, brushed past him, and stormed out.

…

That evening, Cedric Clarke and Stewart boarded a private jet for Westenmar.

Meanwhile, a police car pulled up to the front entrance of Lockwood Hospital.

Quentin was led away by two detectives…