Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 417

Briony drifted in and out of consciousness for a day and a night. When she finally woke, her head throbbed and every muscle ached.

The room was dim, shadows pooled in the corners.

She tried to lift her hand, only to realize someone was holding it.

Startled, she turned her head.

The man beside her opened his eyes, dark and intent as they met hers.

"You're awake?"

Briony’s breath caught. She tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn’t let go.

"Stewart, you—" Her voice broke off into a painful, scratchy cough.

Stewart was instantly on his feet, stepping away from the bed.

He poured a glass of warm water from a thermos and returned to her side.

"Here, drink some water. It'll help your throat."

He steadied the cup in one hand and gently helped her sit up with the other.

Briony’s coughing fit left her cheeks flushed. She slapped the cup from his hand—water splashed everywhere, shards of glass scattered across the floor.

She shoved him away, bracing herself on the bed, her eyes blazing with anger and hurt. "I don't need your fake concern… cough…"

Stewart watched her, lips pressed into a tight, silent line. She looked so stubborn, so miserable.

After a long pause, he let out a heavy sigh and left the room.

Moments later, the door opened again.

Bianca entered, carrying a mug.

"Ma’am, your throat’s inflamed. I made you some tea. Drink a little—it should soothe you."

Briony accepted the mug Bianca offered, and the warmth eased her raw throat.

Bianca set the mug aside, her expression soft with concern.

"Ma’am, I don’t know what happened between you and Mr. Stewart, but I can tell he truly cares. You were burning up, unconscious for a whole day and night. He never left your side."

Briony frowned. "I slept that long?"

"Yes. The doctor came—said your fever was from severe inflammation, but you’ve had an IV and your temperature’s dropping. The doctor will check on you again later."

Briony fell silent, brows furrowed.

That meant she’d been cut off from the outside world for three days now.

James and the others must have realized something was wrong by now. If they’d alerted the police, Southcreek Manor would definitely be on their radar.

"Ma’am, are you hungry? Is there anything you’d like to eat?"

"Let me go," Briony pleaded, desperation in her voice. "Please, Stewart. I’m begging you. Just let me go."

"You don’t have to be afraid of me, Bryn."

He looked at her, eyes dark and weary. "It’s been three days. Just hold on a little longer—four days will pass before you know it."

"I don’t want to hold on for even a second, Stewart. Little Nina must be terrified not knowing where I am. I won’t ask you to love her, but I do—and I can’t bear the thought of her being afraid!"

Stewart was silent, his lips pressed tight.

After a moment, he said quietly, "James called the police. They’re already investigating."

Briony froze.

"Think there’s hope now?" Stewart let out a hollow laugh. "Bryn, it’s useless. They’ll never find us. Even if I took off your chain right now, you wouldn’t get away."

His certainty made Briony’s fear grow.

"If you’re so sure I can’t escape, then unlock the chain," she challenged.

Stewart’s lips curled into a faint smile. "Alright."

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At James’s insistence, the police handling Briony’s disappearance arrived at Southcreek Manor, search warrant in hand.