Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 268

Briony clung desperately to Gwendolyn White’s hand, her voice trembling with fear. “Please… don’t let Stewart hurt my baby. Please…”

Gwendolyn could feel Briony’s panic mounting, far more intense than it had been just moments before. There was no time to ask questions, no room for hesitation. Right now, her only priority was to calm Briony down.

“Alright, sweetheart, don’t worry,” she soothed, squeezing Briony’s hand. “Your godfather and I are right here. We won’t let him anywhere near you or the baby. You hear me, Bryn? Don’t be afraid. We’ve got you…”

Briony squeezed her eyes shut, her face ghostly pale as another wave of excruciating pain wracked her abdomen.

“Godmother… no matter what happens, you have to save my babies. I… I can’t lose them…”

Gwendolyn’s heart broke at the plea, tears streaming down her face. She clutched Briony’s hand tighter and promised, voice shaking, “I swear to you, darling, I’ll do everything I can. I won’t let anything happen to your children.”

The ambulance doors slammed shut, and the vehicle sped away toward the hospital.

Stewart stood frozen, watching the ambulance disappear down the road, his entire body numb with dread. He couldn’t shake the image of Briony, covered in blood, from his mind.

A sleek black car pulled up, the window rolling down as Carl shouted, “Mr. Wentworth, get in, quick!”

Jolted from his daze, Stewart yanked open the door and slid inside. Carl floored the accelerator, and the black Phantom shot after the ambulance, racing toward the hospital.

Inside the car, Stewart leaned back against the seat, pulled out his phone, and dialed Cedric Clarke. “Briony’s in trouble. Get to Silveridge, now.”

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At the hospital, Briony was rushed straight into surgery.

Dr. Warren hurried into the operating room, her face paling the moment she saw the amount of blood.

“She’s losing too much blood! Call the blood bank immediately—we need the reserved units for rare blood types. And tell the family to prepare for transfusions as well. I can’t handle this alone. York, page Dr. Jarvis from obstetrics, now!”

“Yes, doctor!”

Tension filled the operating room as the anesthesiologist quickly put Briony under.

Even as the anesthesia took hold, Briony clung to a nurse’s hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please… save my babies. Please…”

The nurse murmured gentle reassurances as Briony finally drifted into unconsciousness.

Dr. Jarvis scrubbed in and entered the room, glancing at the monitors. “Twins, premature delivery?” He took one look at the blood loss and his expression turned grave. “How are the babies?”

“One of the heartbeats is weak,” Dr. Warren replied.

Jarvis let out a tense sigh. “This is bad. And she has a rare blood type… Wait—” He flipped through Briony’s records and froze. “She’s had two prior miscarriages before today?”

“Yes. I checked her history. Early in her pregnancy, she lost a close family member, her husband had an affair and left her, and she was also exposed to high levels of radiation.”

Dr. Jarvis shook his head in disbelief. “It’s a miracle these twins survived this long. Her body’s just too weak…”

Suddenly, an alarm blared.