Briony stared at the doors of the emergency room, tears slipping silently down her cheeks.

...

Mary was gone.

She died on the very day her daughter was born.

The baby lay in an incubator, oblivious to the fact that her mother had left this world forever.

Maybe the newborn could sense the absence, because that night, she developed a high fever.

The doctors in the neonatal unit declared her condition critical.

Briony couldn't afford the luxury of grief. She rushed to the neonatal ward, signing a stack of consent forms for the baby's treatment.

It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that the child's condition finally stabilized.

But Briony's nerves and emotions stayed stretched tight, refusing to ease.

Mary had no family left. For now, her body was kept in the hospital morgue.

Briony went to see her.

Mary lay beneath a white sheet.

Briony gently lifted the cloth.

Mary's eyes were closed, her face peaceful, as if she were simply sleeping.

her of cruelty-how could she bear to leave her

chance to look at her baby girl, not

woman slept so

Briony's sobbing

Briony thought, Mary simply missed Ferdinand too

Ferdinand have to

hand gently

Cold. Unforgiving.

never come

...

Briony left the morgue, she looked up and spotted Stewart striding

concern etched across his face.

eyes were swollen and red from crying. She looked at Stewart, her

are you

this week. Thought I'd take the kids to Southcreek Manor for a few days. But as soon as I arrived at the house, Carol told me about Mary. I was worried about you, so

concern, Mr. Wentworth, but I'm fine," Briony replied, keeping her distance. "I be busy with Mary's arrangements for a few days anyway, so it's good if

her coldness keenly, but

recovered-you shouldn't overexert yourself. Let a professional handle the funeral. I can ask Carl Shaw to

sister. That makes me her family.

his

neither the patience nor the energy to drag

"Once you have the kids, just go. My affairs are

don't want you to wear

me isn't something another woman's husband

landed like a final

his side, a wave of sorrow washing over

"Just... take care of

thank you, then brushed past

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