The Maybach screeched to a halt outside the emergency room entrance.
Cedric Clarke rushed over and flung open the back door.
Stewart climbed out, cradling Briony in his arms. “She’s bleeding—she’s unconscious!”
“Lay her on the gurney, hurry! We need to get her to the trauma room—now!”
Stewart placed Briony onto the waiting gurney, and the medical team whisked her away toward the emergency bay.
Director Grant and Stella hurried after them, but Cedric caught Stewart by the arm before he could follow. “You need to calm down. Let’s get you cleaned up first—there’s blood all over you. Come to my office, I have fresh clothes for you.”
“No. I need to know—is she pregnant or not?” Stewart’s voice was hoarse, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled to speak. “If she is… I need to know if the baby is still alive.”
He shook off Cedric’s hand and strode toward the trauma room.
“Wait, just—hold on. I already spoke to Dr. Joyner,” Cedric called, running to catch up. He took a deep breath, bracing himself. “All right, I’ll tell you the truth. Briony was pregnant.”
Stewart froze mid-stride.
He turned, his dark eyes boring into Cedric. “She really was? When did you find out?”
“I heard it just now from Dr. Joyner.” Cedric’s expression was grave. “Remember after the earthquake a while back?”
Stewart’s brow furrowed. “That time she lied to me, didn’t she?”
“She did.” Cedric looked away, lowering his voice. “She was actually here for a D&C procedure.”
Stewart stared at him, stunned.
“A D&C?” He clenched his jaw. “Cedric, you’d better not be lying to me.”
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