Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 425

After finishing the last drop of hot soup, Briony felt warmth seep back into her

limbs.

She handed the empty mug to Bianca. "Thank you, Bianca."

Bianca took it with a sigh. “Ma'am, I don't know what really happened between you and Mr. Wentworth. But I just spoke to the doctor-his condition is serious. We have to get to the hospital as soon as possible, or else he might..."

"If he dies, I'll turn myself in."

Bianca blinked in stunned silence.

That's not what she meant at all!

Briony's face was expressionless, her voice as cold as ice. "But I'll never regret stabbing him."

Bianca fell quiet, realizing there was nothing helpful she could say. Clearly, Mrs. Wentworth's hatred ran deep.

Briony stayed in Bianca's cabin all night. She refused to sleep, no matter how many times Bianca urged her to lie down and rest. She insisted on sitting, every muscle tense and alert.

The cruise ship was indeed heading back. Through the first half of the night, a wild storm battered the vessel, tossing it violently. But by the second half, the weather slowly calmed.

At last, the long night passed.

Dawn broke in the east.

Sunlight poured through the small porthole, pooling at Briony's feet.

She opened her eyes.

Watching the sunrise through the window, Briony rose slowly to her feet.

Bianca was dozing on the sofa, so absorbed in sleep that she didn't notice when Briony slipped out of the cabin.

The deck was a disaster zone. The decorations from the wedding had been shredded by the storm, scattered and ruined beyond recognition.

city skyline glimmered in the morning light, alive and vibrant. The ship

final few hundred yards,

fate was

docked

crew busy with preparations

nothing more than to

heard someone

"Bryn-!"

froze, whipping around in

the deck of the

"Bryn!"

"Ms. Kensington!"

Ferdinand and Cedric

stirred from his unconsciousness, as though sensing

flew open-dark, bloodshot,

"Bryn..."

badly hurt. Don't move!" the private doctor urged.

"Bianca's with her, sir-"

"Have we docked?"

"Just now. Don't worry, I've arranged

"Bryn's leaving..."

his teeth and forced

hold him back afraid that struggling would only worsen the bleeding. In the end,

support Steward

toward

Every

vision

ne was agony. Stewart's

not

see Briony one more

collapsed have collapsed