Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel 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.

Briony frowned, clearly troubled by the thought.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Dr. Cedric Clarke stepped in, followed closely by two detectives.

They were here to ask Briony a few questions.

One of the detectives explained that, based on 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 was almost certainly the work of a professional criminal.

This was no ordinary case. The police had already set up a special task force.

After the detectives left, Dr. Clarke looked at Briony with obvious concern. “Ms. Kensington, how are you feeling now?”

Briony exchanged a glance with Stella, then answered calmly, “I’m all right.”

“She just fainted from the shock, that’s all,” Stella said, practically ushering Dr. Clarke out the door. “You’ve got enough on your plate. Go, get back to work—Bryn needs her rest.”

Dr. Clarke found himself outside, the door shutting with a definitive thud behind him.

Inside, Stella let out a quiet sigh of relief. She walked over to Briony’s bedside and lowered her 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 emotional stress. Dr. Clarke won’t suspect a thing.”