Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 204

She couldn't bring herself to say the last few words.

"Mr. Delaney is going to pull through, you have to believe that," Stella said softly, squeezing her hand in reassurance. "And remember, you've got two little ones on the way. Try not to get yourself too worked up."

Briony lowered her gaze, resting her hand gently on her stomach.

“James took that bullet for me,” she whispered. "The gun was aimed straight at me."

"Did you see what the shooter looked like?" Stella asked.

Briony shook her head. "It all happened so fast, and he was wearing a cap and a mask. I couldn't make out anything about him."

"Dr. Clarke already called the police. According to the security footage, the guy was working for someone he was after you," Stella said, voice tense.

Briony's expression hardened. "Someone who can get their hands on a firearm in this country isn't just some average street criminal."

Stella lowered her voice. "Do you think it could be... the Kensington family?"

Briony shook her head. "I don't know. But honestly, with the way the Kensingtons are these days, I doubt they'd spend that kind of money just to get rid of me. If they really wanted me gone, they wouldn't have waited until now to make a move."

"Then could it be Rosita?" Stella ventured.

troubled by

at the door. Dr.

were here to ask Briony

surveillance footage, the assailant had fled the country almost immediately after the incident. This was a planned attack—no question about it—and the shooter had shown serious skill at evading police. It

no ordinary case. The police had already set

looked at Briony with obvious concern. "Ms. Kensington,

Stella, then answered calmly, "I'm

Dr. Clarke out the door. "You've got enough on

found himself outside, the door

voice. "Good thing I was with you when you passed out—I kept an eye on everything, wouldn't let the nurses interfere. So, your medical record only says you fainted from

nodded, her face

I want to go to Brightspring

aback for a

to go to the chapel there

want me to

and keep an eye on things. I'll be

sense-James was still in the ICU, and with

have someone familiar staying

nodded. “Just promise me you won't drive. Call a cab,

"I will."