Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 553

The Clarke family knew a reputable spiritual advisor. Arranging the burial plot fell to Cedric Clarke.

By the time they left the police station, the rain had finally stopped.

Cedric unlocked the car and turned to Briony. “Are you going to the funeral?”

“I’ll go on behalf of the children,” she replied.

Cedric pressed his lips together, nodded, and slid into the driver’s seat. The car pulled away, leaving the others behind.

Carl was inconsolable. This six-foot-tall man crouched on the curb beside the black Maybach, his broad shoulders trembling as he sobbed like a lost child.

Watching him, James let out a heavy sigh. “Carl truly was loyal to Stewart, right to the end.”

Briony walked over, rummaged through her purse, and handed Carl a packet of tissues. “Here—wipe your face. You need to pull yourself together. Stewart’s gone, but the firm is still here. He trusted you deeply. You have to honor that and keep the practice running.”

Carl stared at her in surprise, then his grief erupted anew.

“Ms. Kensington, our Mr. Wentworth is gone—he’s really gone…”

Briony remained unchanged, her expression calm and unreadable.

Under the streetlight, her shadow stretched long across the wet pavement. The light caught her face, hiding her eyes from Carl’s view.

He couldn’t understand it. How could Ms. Kensington remain so composed while he was falling apart? Didn’t she love Mr. Wentworth at all? Even if she no longer loved him, they’d known each other for years, raised children together—how could she be so cold now that he was dead?

But Carl knew better than to question Briony. If Mr. Wentworth could hear, he’d come back to haunt him for it.

Carl’s grief only deepened. He buried his head in his hands, overcome. “Mr. Wentworth was planning to go to Switzerland for treatment. Why—why did this have to happen just when he finally wanted to fight for his life?”