Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 64

In the hospital, inside the office of Dr. Grant, the head of Obstetrics.

“The last procedure was canceled, and the reserved blood from the bank was already used up. Since your blood type is rare, if we apply again, it’ll take at least a week. I wanted to let you know in advance.”

Briony’s blood type was so uncommon that what would be a routine, low-risk procedure for most women required the utmost care in her case.

“Please help me apply for it,” Briony replied quietly. “Let’s schedule the operation for a week from now.”

“Alright.” Dr. Grant slid a fresh ultrasound across the desk. “You’re just past seven weeks. Before twelve weeks, the risk to your health is lower. But at this stage, the babies already have heartbeats.”

Dr. Grant handed over the report. “Both embryos have strong heartbeats. Fraternal twins—quite uncommon in your situation.”

Briony didn’t take the report. She couldn’t even bring herself to look at it.

Stella, standing close by, reached out and accepted the papers on her behalf.

“Dr. Grant, my friend and her ex-husband… there’s no chance of reconciliation. She doesn’t want her children to grow up in a broken family, so I’d appreciate it if you could help arrange the procedure as soon as possible.”

But Dr. Grant shook her head gently. “Given Ms. Kensington’s situation, I’d advise her to think carefully. The latest tests show there are some issues with her uterus.”

At that, Briony looked up, her voice barely above a whisper. “What’s wrong with my uterus?”

Dr. Grant adjusted her glasses. “It’s only a preliminary assessment. I’d recommend a transvaginal ultrasound to get a clearer picture.”

Hearing this, Stella—an OB-GYN herself—felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She knew this was serious.

Dr. Grant performed the scan herself.

The results were not encouraging.

By the time they left Dr. Grant’s office, night had fully fallen.

Snow was still swirling outside.

The hospital corridor glowed with soft lights, casting shadows across Briony’s pale face.

Her lashes trembled. She tried to smile, but tears spilled down her cheeks before she could force it.

Stella watched her, heart heavy with worry and sympathy.

“Bryn, it’s okay. Worst case, if you keep the babies, I’ll help you raise them. If you don’t want Stewart to find out, I’ll go abroad with you. We could immigrate, or just move to a different city—whatever you want. I’ll be there.”

Briony shook her head, tears streaming, her eyes cold and resolute. “No. I don’t want to. I won’t have his children.”