Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 81

“Bryn!”

A white Porsche Cayenne screeched to a halt at the side of the road. The passenger door flew open and Stella jumped out, racing toward the white BMW parked just ahead.

She yanked at the door handle, but it was still locked. Desperate, she pounded on the window, shouting at the top of her lungs. Inside, Briony sat motionless, showing no sign of hearing her.

“Bryn! Bryn, wake up! Please!”

Stella’s eyes filled with tears when she caught sight of the blood on Briony’s clothes. Panic rose in her chest, her voice breaking as she called out again.

Cedric Clarke hurried over and tried to calm her. “Stella, stand back. Let me handle this.”

Wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand, Stella quickly stepped aside.

Cedric pulled a rescue tool from his bag and smashed the window. He reached in, unlocked the door, and swung it open.

He leaned in to check on Briony, assessing her injuries as quickly as he could.

Not far away, a black Maybach idled at the curb, hazard lights blinking. Behind the wheel, Stewart’s sharp features remained inscrutable as he watched the scene unfold, his dark eyes fixed on them.

Cedric gently lifted Briony from the car. “Open the back door, quick.”

Stella rushed to do as he asked, pulling the rear door open.

“The cut on her forehead isn’t deep, but I can’t tell if there are other injuries,” Cedric said, carefully laying Briony across the backseat. He closed the door and turned to Stella. “I’m taking her straight to the hospital. Can you drive my car and meet me there?”

Stella nodded quickly. “Of course.”

Cedric slid into the driver’s seat and sped off, the white BMW disappearing down the road. Stella scrambled into Cedric’s car and followed close behind.

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About ten minutes later, Briony was wheeled into the emergency room.

Stella raced down the hall just as the doors swung shut behind them.

“How is she?” she asked anxiously.

“Director Faust called while we were on the way. He’s waiting for her—don’t worry, she’s in good hands,” Cedric assured her.

Director Faust was the top surgeon in the hospital, a man so in-demand that patients usually waited months for an appointment. Yet Cedric had managed to get him here with a single phone call. The realization left Stella both stunned and grateful.

She looked at Cedric, her voice trembling with emotion. “Thank you, Dr. Clarke. Really.”

Dr. Clarke shook his head, offering a rare, gentle smile. “No need to thank me, Dr. Joyner. You and Ms. Kensington may not be sisters by blood, but anyone can see you’re closer than most real siblings. That kind of friendship is something to be envied.”

Stella nodded, her eyes misting again. “Bryn is amazing. I moved to Northborough in high school, and at first, I was the new kid everyone picked on. Most of my classmates just looked the other way, but Bryn—she always stood up for me.”