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 back

to do as he asked, pulling the rear door

there are other injuries," Cedric said, carefully laying Briony across the backseat. He closed the door and turned to Stella. “I'm taking her straight to the hospital. Can you drive my car and

nodded quickly.

the driver's seat and sped off, the white BMW disappearing down the road. Stella

Briony was

hall just as the doors swung shut

is she?" she

while we were on the way. He's waiting for her-don't worry, she's in good hands," Cedric

appointment. Yet Cedric had

Cedric, her voice trembling

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

eyes misting again. "Bryn is amazing. I moved to Northborough in high school, and at first, I was the new kid everyone picked on. Most of my classmates just looked

fights for me, and she didn't

wavered, and tears threatened

awkwardly, clearly uncomfortable with tears. He tried, in

falling apart, not now, not so close to the

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

glanced at the screen, then answered. After a brief, urgent conversation about

the ER swung open and Director

wasn't deep, but she lost a fair bit of blood. She'll need to stay for observation to rule out a concussion,

Stella. "Does she have any other