Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 69

Briony’s brow furrowed in frustration as she ended the call with a sharp tap. Her face had gone pale, and her hand trembled so badly from anger that she nearly dropped her phone.

“Ms. Kensington, are you alright?” Cedric Clarke asked, immediately noticing her distress.

Briony shook her head. “I’m fine.”

“That was Mack, wasn’t it?”

She pressed her lips together and didn’t respond.

Cedric seemed to understand at once. He let out a quiet sigh. He’d heard bits and pieces about Briony’s situation with the Kensingtons. In their eyes, Julia was the one responsible for Malcolm’s death—and since Briony had always protected Julia, she’d become a pariah to the whole family.

Now that a donor match had finally been found, the Kensingtons were bound to use this as an opportunity to humiliate her—he could only imagine what they’d put her through.

After a moment’s thought, Cedric said cautiously, “You know, you could try reaching out to Stewart.”

Briony frowned. “I’m not going to do that.”

“Are you sure you’re not misunderstanding him?” Cedric pressed gently.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was some complicated, unspoken tension between Briony and Stewart. But he knew Stewart well—he already had a family with Rosita. He would never be unfaithful. And Briony didn’t seem like the type of woman who’d get between a couple.

Still, whatever the history, Cedric was certain of one thing: Stewart genuinely wanted to help Briony and her daughter.

Clearing his throat, Cedric offered, “Honestly, the reason you got the match results so quickly is because Stewart got personally involved.”

Briony said nothing, her lips pressed tight.

So what was Stewart trying to do? Was this his way of making up for the past five years she’d given up for them?

Cedric continued, “You know deep down that asking Mack for help won’t get you anywhere.”

That made Briony’s eyelids flutter. She looked up at Cedric through the haze of her turmoil.

“I’ve known Stewart for years,” Cedric said gently. “You can trust him—you really can.”

Trust? For five years, she’d given Stewart her trust completely. And what had she gotten in return? Nothing but disappointment and heartbreak. Now, all the pain she’d bottled up seemed to press against her chest, desperate for release.

After a long silence, Briony finally nodded. “Thank you, Dr. Clarke. I’ll think about it.”