Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 424

He was speaking when, all of a sudden, he coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A moment later, the man could hold himself up no longer. His tall frame collapsed, knees slamming hard against the unforgiving deck.

He coughed again, more blood spilling from his lips.

Briony hadn’t hesitated—her aim had been both ruthless and precise.

It must have hit his spleen.

Bianca heard the commotion and came running. When she saw Stewart kneeling on the deck, a knife still lodged in his side and blood on his lips, she gasped in horror and called frantically for the doctor.

Their private physician rushed over.

Stewart, clinging to consciousness by a thread, managed to command, “Turn the boat around. Now. And… get my wife back to her cabin—”

With those words, his eyes fluttered shut. He passed out cold.

“Sir!”

Briony watched as Stewart was carried away toward the cabins.

Conditions on the yacht were far from ideal. The doctor could do little more than stop the bleeding.

Bianca pressed him for answers.

“It looks like his spleen’s been injured,” the doctor admitted, his voice strained. “I can’t risk removing the knife out here. We need to get him to a hospital as soon as possible.”

As soon as Bianca heard this, she hurried back out onto the deck.

By now, the wind was howling, and fat raindrops pelted the yacht.

She dashed over and grabbed Briony’s arm. “Ma’am, he’s unconscious. Please, you need to come inside! The waves are getting worse out here. It’s dangerous to stay on deck any longer!”

But Briony refused to let go of the railing.

She was terrified—terrified that if she went back inside, Stewart would wake up and lock her away again.

“Ma’am, the doctor says he’s lost consciousness from a spleen injury. The captain’s already turning us around.”

Rain streaming down her face, Bianca raised her voice over the storm, pleading with Briony.

“He’s out cold, ma’am. Right now, you have more say on this yacht than anyone else. What are you afraid of?”

Briony blinked, startled.

The weather was growing fiercer by the second.

Briony stepped under the shower, turned on the hot water, and stood trembling beneath the spray, eyes squeezed shut, letting the warmth soak into her frozen, shaking body.

…

Half an hour later, Bianca knocked on the door.

“Ma’am, are you alright? I made you some hot soup. You’re still not well—come out and have a little, please.”

Briony opened the door, now dressed in a soft, cream-colored cotton pajama set.

Her long hair was wrapped in a towel. Without makeup, her features looked strikingly beautiful, but her face and lips were ghostly pale.

Bianca’s heart ached at the sight.

She helped Briony to the bed and handed her the steaming hot soup.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

Briony took the bowl and sipped slowly, one small mouthful at a time.

She couldn’t afford to collapse now.

Little Nina was waiting for her. She had to pull herself together.