Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 81

"Bryn!"

A white Porsche Cayenne screeched to a halt at the side of the road. The

passenger door flew open and Stella jumped out, racing toward the white BMW parked just ahead.

She yanked at the door handle, but it was still locked. Desperate, she pounded on the window, shouting at the top of her lungs. Inside, Briony sat motionless,

showing no sign of hearing her.

"Bryn! Bryn, wake up! Please!"

Stella's eyes filled with tears when she caught sight of the blood on Briony's clothes. Panic rose in her chest, her voice breaking as she called out again.

Cedric Clarke hurried over and tried to calm her. "Stella, stand back. Let me handle this."

Wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, Stella quickly stepped aside.

Cedric pulled a rescue tool from his bag and smashed the window. He reached in, unlocked the door, and swung it open.

He leaned in to check on Briony, assessing her injuries as quickly as he could.

Not far away, a black Maybach idled at the curb, hazard lights blinking. Behind the wheel, Stewart's sharp features remained inscrutable as he watched the scene unfold, his dark eyes fixed on them.

Briony from the car. "Open the back door,

to do as he asked, pulling the

Briony across the backseat. He closed the door and turned to Stella. “I'm taking her straight to the

quickly. "Of

slid into the driver's seat and sped off, the white BMW disappearing down the road. Stella scrambled into Cedric's car and followed close

Briony was wheeled

the hall just as the

is she?"

we were on the way. He's waiting for

months for an appointment. Yet Cedric had managed to get him here with a single phone call. The realization left Stella

her voice trembling with emotion.

shook his head, offering a rare, gentle smile. "No need to thank me, Dr. Joyner. You and Ms. Kensington may not be sisters by blood, but

school, and at first, I was the new kid everyone picked

and she didn't care if she

tears threatened to

awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with tears. He tried, in his own clumsy way, to offer

sniffled, attempting a smile. Right-she shouldn't be falling apart, not now, not so

breath, wiped her cheeks, and forced herself to rally. "I'll stay with Bryn. Dr. Clarke, if you need to get back to work,

After a brief, urgent conversation about a patient,

the ER swung open and Director Faust

stable. We stitched up her wound-the cut wasn't deep, but she lost a fair bit of blood. She'll need to stay for observation to rule out a concussion, but if all goes

over Stella. "Does she have any other