Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 416

Bianca called Briony's name a few times, but got no response. Setting the bowl of noodles on the table, she crossed the room and gently tapped Briony’s shoulder. “Ma’am?”

But Briony was still out cold, deep in an unresponsive sleep.

Something felt wrong. Bianca reached out and touched Briony’s forehead—her skin was burning hot.

…

Carl had just stepped out of The Wentworth Group building when he spotted Cedric Clarke’s car parked down the street.

He froze, then instinctively spun on his heel, ready to bolt.

“Carl, don’t you dare run!”

Cedric’s furious shout rang out as he strode over and blocked Carl’s path.

Carl glanced around, looking uncomfortable. “Mr. Clarke, I really don’t know where Mr. Wentworth is.”

“You’re his most trusted assistant. There’s no way you don’t know where he went!”

Carl let out a weary laugh. “Really, I don’t know. Not this time.”

“Carl, don’t play games with me. I can’t get hold of Briony, and Mr. Delaney and the others are starting to realize something’s wrong. It’s been two days—Briony’s only replied to messages, and it’s obviously not her!”

Carl sighed. “Mr. Clarke, I know you’re worried. But this time, I swear I’m not hiding anything. Mr. Wentworth honestly didn’t tell me.”

Cedric stared at him, as if trying to see through the lie.

Carl’s face was etched with anxiety. “I’m worried too, honestly. Mr. Wentworth still hasn’t fully recovered. If he pushes himself again and something happens…”

Cedric ran a hand through his hair in frustration.

“It’s all that snake Rosita’s fault!” he spat. “Who could’ve guessed she’d even fake Irwin’s identity?”