Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

James went to handle the hospital admission, leaving Cedric Clarke to escort Briony and her daughter to the room.

It was a private room-Cedric had already spoken to the head nurse, asking her team to keep a close eye on them over the next few days.

Little Nina, feeling miserable and feverish, clung to her mom and refused to settle down.

Her fever left her dazed, and when she heard the nurse coming in with a needle, she burst into tears, kicking up a fuss and refusing to cooperate no matter what anyone said.

Briony tried everything to calm her, but nothing worked. James arrived, but he didn't fare any better.

"I don't want a shot, I don't want a shot!" Little Nina sobbed, burying her face into Briony's chest.

"You need the shot to get better, sweetheart," Briony coaxed gently. "The nurse here is really good, it won't hurt.”

"No!" Nina wailed, clutching her mother's shirt with both hands and refusing to let go. "Shots hurt so much!"

James tried a different tactic. "How about this-when you get your shot, you can hold my hand and squeeze as hard as you want. If it hurts, you can even bite me. That way, I'll take the pain for you, okay?"

"You're lying!" Nina sniffled, her eyes red. "I want Daddy. Mommy, call Daddy. I want Daddy to stay with me..."

Briony cradled her daughter, utterly at a loss.

as Little Nina's

her father, refusing the

the threshold, his hands clenched tightly at

turns

nurse spoke up, looking apologetic. "Maybe one

I'll be

back any longer. He stepped into

"Ms. Kensington."

surprise. "Blair?

just wanted to check if you needed any

urgent right now. You're free

I'll be

her

to her mother, then turned to leave. After two steps,

Briony watched him, curious.

back and met her gaze. She

throat.

age as Nina. He used to be terrified of shots too, but