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.

lifted Briony from the car.

he asked, pulling the rear door

across the backseat. He closed

quickly. "Of

sped off, the white BMW disappearing down the road. Stella scrambled into Cedric's car

was wheeled

hall just as the

she?" she asked

we were on the way. He's waiting for her-don't worry,

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

looked at Cedric, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you,

Clarke 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 anyone can see you're closer than most real siblings. That kind of friendship is something to

moved to Northborough in high school, and at first, I was the new kid everyone picked on. Most of my classmates

get into fights for me, and she didn't care if she got hurt herself. I just

tears threatened to

with tears. He tried, in his own clumsy way, to offer comfort. "Hey,

sniffled, attempting a smile. Right-she shouldn't be falling

and forced herself to rally. "I'll stay

screen, then answered. After a brief, urgent conversation about

moment later, the doors to the ER swung open and Director Faust stepped out. "Director

fair bit of blood. She'll need to stay for

washed over Stella. "Does she have