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

Briony's sobbing could bring her

thought, Mary simply missed Ferdinand too

Ferdinand have

her hand gently over Mary's

Cold. Unforgiving.

would never

...

Briony left the morgue, she looked up and

hurried over, concern etched across

swollen and red from crying. She looked at Stewart,

are you doing

Thought I'd take the kids to Southcreek Manor

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

concern, Mr. Wentworth, 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

her coldness keenly, but there was

just recovered-you shouldn't overexert yourself. Let a professional handle the funeral. I can ask Carl Shaw to make

"Mary called me her sister. That makes me her family. I'll handle the funeral myself. Just take

his lips

the energy to drag this

Her voice was weary. "Once you

don't want you to wear yourself

isn't something

landed like a final

his side, a wave of sorrow

sighed. "Just... take care of yourself,

brushed past him, heading

where he was,

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