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?

to look

woman slept

amount of Briony's sobbing could bring

Ferdinand too much, and chose to follow him

what right did Ferdinand have

her hand gently

Cold. Unforgiving.

never come

...

the morgue, she looked up and spotted Stewart striding toward her from down the

etched across his face. "Bryn, are you

crying. She looked at Stewart, her

you doing

free time this week. Thought I'd take the kids to Southcreek

the house, Carol told me about Mary. I was worried about you,

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

but there was

professional handle the funeral. I can ask Carl

her sister. That makes me

pressed his lips together,

patience nor the energy to drag this out with him, not

everything clear last time." Her voice was weary. "Once you have the kids, just go. My affairs are

you to wear yourself

to me isn't something another

landed like

at his side, a wave

"Just... take care

you, then brushed

stood where he was, watching her walk

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