Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 83

“Yeah.”

“There are only four days left until New Year’s Eve,” Stella said, her expression worried. “You really should stay with Ms. Hudson through the holidays before you even think about surgery, don’t you think?”

“I looked it up,” Briony replied, voice calm but tired. “I just need to keep warm and take it easy for a while. Other than that, there’s not much I have to worry about.”

“But still—”

“Star, can you please ask for me?” Briony looked at Stella earnestly. “Scheduling surgery is a huge headache. Waiting another week… it just feels like forever.”

After all, it was her own child. Every day she waited, her attachment grew a little stronger.

She was terrified—afraid that if she dragged this out any longer, she might change her mind.

Stella wasn’t sure this was right, but seeing how determined Briony was, she could only agree to try.

When Director Grant heard that Briony had just come out of the ER—with stitches still fresh on her forehead—and was asking about surgery that very afternoon, she didn’t just refuse. She tore into Stella over the phone.

Stella hung up, lips pouting in defeat. “See? Absolutely not! This isn’t a joke, Briony, you have a rare blood type! I haven’t been chewed out by my mentor this badly since I became a full-time resident!”

“Sorry, I just—”

“Alright, alright, enough.” Stella cut her off with an exasperated eye roll. “You’ve been apologizing to me ever since you woke up. If you’re not tired of saying it, I’m already tired of hearing it. Just stop thinking about all this for now, okay? Get some rest.”

Briony pressed her lips together and fell quiet.

Stella glanced at her friend’s worried face, then sighed. “Don’t stress. Professor Grant knows your situation inside out. She said she’ll keep your case on the blood bank’s radar. After the holidays, if you’re still sure you want to go through with it, just tell me and I’ll call her right away.”

Briony touched her belly gently. “Alright. We’ll talk after the holidays.”

—

That evening, Cedric Clarke stopped by to check on Briony.

Stella had gone back to work, leaving the two of them alone in the room.

Once Cedric was sure that Briony was alright, he cleared his throat, hesitated, then finally spoke up. “Um, Stewart came to see me this morning.”

Briony went still.

After a few seconds, she looked at Cedric. “Dr. Clarke, can I ask you something? Has Stewart ever mentioned me to you?”