Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 208

Stewart watched as Briony’s face grew paler by the minute. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, her complexion turning ashen. His own expression darkened. “Carl, step on it! Faster!”

“Hold on tight, sir!”

Carl pressed harder on the accelerator, and the black Mercedes tore down the winding road leading off the mountain.

Inside the car, Stewart quickly realized something was very wrong.

Briony was clutching her stomach with both hands, her lips moving in a barely audible whisper—“It hurts, it hurts…”

Stewart’s breath caught.

Could Briony be pregnant?

The suspicion barely formed before his whole body went rigid. He fished out his phone and immediately dialed Dr. Cedric Clarke.

“Briony’s collapsed with severe abdominal pain. Grab your top OB specialist and meet us at the ER entrance—now!”

…

At the hospital, Cedric Clarke hung up the phone, his face set in grim lines.

Briony… pregnant?

There was no time to waste on forensics or paperwork now.

Cedric dialed the number for Director Grant—the head of their hospital’s OB-GYN department. If Briony was really pregnant, this kind of pain could mean a threatened miscarriage; there was no one more qualified than Director Grant to handle her case.