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.

gently lifted Briony from the car. "Open the

he asked, pulling the rear door

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

nodded quickly.

off, the white BMW disappearing down the road.

Briony was wheeled into

just as the doors swung shut behind

she?"

were on the way. He's waiting

Faust was the top surgeon in the hospital, a man so in-demand that patients usually waited months for an appointment. Yet Cedric had managed to get him here with a

looked at Cedric, her voice trembling with emotion.

to thank me, Dr. Joyner. You and Ms. Kensington may not be sisters by blood, but anyone can see you're closer than most real siblings. That kind of friendship is

first, I was the new kid everyone picked on. Most of my classmates just looked the other way, but Bryn-she always stood up for

let her size fool you-she's tougher than she looks! She'd get into fights for me, and she didn't care if she got hurt herself. I just don't understand why

voice wavered, and tears threatened to

awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with tears. He tried, in his own

smile. Right-she shouldn't be falling apart, not now, not so close to

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

when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then answered. After a brief, urgent conversation

the doors to the ER swung open and

she lost a fair bit of blood. She'll need to stay for observation to rule

washed over Stella. "Does she