Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 254

“Carrying twins is definitely more exhausting than a single pregnancy, but there’s no need to be too anxious. Ms. Kensington is still young—if she takes care of herself after the delivery, she should recover just fine.”

Dr. Warren adjusted his glasses and continued, “As for whether she’ll deliver naturally or need a C-section—well, it’s true that most twin pregnancies do end with a C-section. But sometimes, if the mother is in excellent shape, we encourage a natural birth as well.”

“She’s only just over seventeen weeks along. With twins, thirty-seven weeks is considered full term. When the time comes, we’ll assess her condition and decide on the safest option. For now, it’s too soon to say.”

…

After leaving the hospital, Gwendolyn White glanced at her watch. “It’s still early, and the weather’s beautiful. How about we go for a walk by the river?”

This time of year, the riverbank was filled with people out enjoying the fresh air.

Briony nodded. “That sounds nice.”

They got into the car, and Gwendolyn told the driver to head for the river.

Not far behind them, a sleek black Rolls Royce followed at a discreet distance.

Inside, Carl was at the wheel. In the backseat, Irwin looked up at Stewart and asked, “Dad, is it really true that Mom has two babies in her tummy?”

Stewart smiled and patted his son’s head. “Yes, it’s true.”

“Wow!” Irwin’s eyes widened in wonder. “Are they both going to be brothers?”

“We don’t know yet,” Stewart replied, his tone gentle. “We’ll have to wait a few more months to find out.”

“I can’t wait!” Irwin beamed. Any lingering worries he’d had about the new babies had completely vanished.

“Ms. Radcliffe told me that when the babies are born, I’ll be their big brother. They’ll be my family, and I have to look after them and set a good example!”

Stewart looked at his son, feeling a deep sense of relief and pride.

It had only been a little over a month, but with Jeannie’s guidance, Irwin was slowly returning to being the thoughtful, sweet boy he’d once been.

Best of all, his nightmares had finally stopped.

Stewart glanced over at Carl. “Give Ms. Radcliffe a raise.”

Carl blinked. “How much of a raise?”

“Double her salary.”

Carl nearly choked. Jeannie’s current pay was already on par with top-tier nannies—now it would be doubled?

He couldn’t help but marvel again at Stewart’s devotion to Irwin.

If Jeannie kept up the good work, even just staying until Irwin finished elementary school, she’d have enough saved up to retire in comfort.

Carl found himself feeling a little envious.

Some people really did have all the luck.

Before Stewart could answer, Gwendolyn was already striding toward them.

She rapped her knuckles on the hood, locking eyes with Stewart. “Mr. Wentworth, I think we need to talk.”

Stewart carefully laid the sleeping Irwin down in the backseat, pulling a small blanket over him.

He stepped out and closed the door behind him, turning to Gwendolyn with a faint, polite smile. “Mrs. Winslow. It’s been a while.”

“Let’s skip the pleasantries. I don’t want her to wake up and see you.” Gwendolyn nodded toward a nearby café. “Let’s talk over there.”

…

They took a quiet corner table in the café.

Gwendolyn and Stewart sat facing each other as a waiter brought over a black coffee and a glass of lemon water.

Gwendolyn’s expression was far from friendly.

Stewart, on the other hand, was the picture of calm composure.

She knew full well that with Stewart’s resources, he could find out anything he wanted, no matter how far away she and Briony tried to run.

The fact that he’d shown up here wasn’t a surprise. What she didn’t understand was his game: he’d come all this way, only to lurk in the shadows, following them without showing his face. What was he really after?

“Mr. Wentworth, let’s not beat around the bush. Tell me plainly: what will it take for you to finally leave Bryn alone?”