Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 695

Briony stared at the doors of the emergency room, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

...

Mary was gone.

She died on the very day her daughter was born.

The baby lay in an incubator, oblivious to the fact that her mother had left this world forever.

Maybe the newborn could sense the absence, because that night, she developed a high fever.

The doctors in the neonatal unit declared her condition critical.

Briony couldn't afford the luxury of grief. She rushed to the neonatal ward, signing

a stack of consent forms for the baby's treatment.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the child's condition finally stabilized.

But Briony's nerves and emotions stayed stretched tight, refusing to ease.

Mary had no family left. For now, her body was kept in the hospital morgue.

Briony went to see her.

Mary lay beneath a white sheet.

Briony gently lifted the cloth.

Mary's eyes were closed, her face peaceful, as if she were simply sleeping.

Crying, Briony accused her of cruelty-how could she bear to leave her daughter behind, a child so small and helpless?

even had a chance to look at her baby girl, not

slept so deeply

amount of Briony's sobbing

missed Ferdinand too much, and chose to follow him wherever

did Ferdinand have

her hand gently over Mary's face for

Cold. Unforgiving.

would never

...

left the morgue, she looked up and spotted

hurried over, concern etched across

looked at Stewart, her expression already composed, her

you doing

time this week. Thought I'd

as soon as I arrived at the house, Carol told me about Mary. I

I'm fine," Briony replied, keeping her distance. "I be busy with Mary's arrangements for a few days anyway, so

felt her coldness keenly, but there was nothing he

yourself. Let a professional handle the funeral.

necessary." Briony cut him off. "Mary called me her sister. That makes me her

his

nor the energy to drag this

Her voice was weary. "Once you have the kids, just go. My affairs

you to wear yourself

isn't something another woman's

words landed like a final

his side, a wave of sorrow washing over

sighed. "Just... take care of

him a quiet thank you, then brushed past him, heading back toward the

he was, watching her walk

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