Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"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."

rushed to do as he asked,

laying Briony across the backseat. He closed the door and turned to

quickly.

BMW disappearing down the

ten minutes later, Briony was wheeled into the

the hall just as the

she?" she asked

were on the way. He's waiting for her-don't worry, she's in good hands," Cedric assured

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

voice trembling with emotion.

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

the new kid everyone picked on.

her size fool you-she's tougher than she looks! She'd get into fights for me, and she didn't care if she got hurt herself. I just don't understand

voice wavered, and tears threatened to

in his own clumsy way, to

Right-she shouldn't be falling

"I'll stay

buzzed. He glanced at the screen, then answered. After a brief, urgent conversation about a patient, he hung up and hurried away to

doors to the ER swung open and Director Faust stepped out. "Director Faust! Is my friend

need to stay for observation