Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony froze for a moment, then said quickly, "I'll call Dr. Clarke and have the driver take you to the hospital."

"Okay."

"Don't forget your hospital bag. I'll head straight there and meet you."

"Alright, we will!"

After hanging up, Briony swung her car around and sped toward Clarke Hospital.

Rain was pouring down, and traffic snarled at every intersection. As soon as she finished calling Cedric Clarke, Briony, still uneasy, dialed Marlene.

Marlene picked up almost immediately, saying they were already on their way to the hospital.

In the background, Briony could hear Mary's cries of pain.

"Put me on speaker," Briony urged, trying to soothe Mary as she navigated the slick city streets.

By the time Briony reached the hospital, she parked in a rush and hurried straight to maternity.

Mary had already been wheeled into the delivery room. Cedric Clarke stood just outside, his face taut with worry. Marlene was nearby, a few flecks of blood still staining her sleeve.

"How is she?" Briony asked, breathless.

Cedric's expression was grave. "She's had some bleeding. Director Charles is in there with her now, checking everything over. We don't know any more yet."

her breathing as she looked at Cedric. "All the checkups have been fine. She should be

in time. It's a girl-six pounds, three ounces. The baby swallowed some fluid, so she's been taken to the neonatal unit for observation. The mom's being stitched up-if she's stable after

both let

was moved from recovery to a private VIP

room. As soon as she opened her eyes

gently brushed a strand of hair from Mary's pale face. "You did great. The baby swallowed a bit of fluid and needs a few days in the NICU, but don't worry-Dr. Clarke already checked in. She's doing

didn't hear her cry..." Mary's eyes grew misty. "Briony, I think I just saw Ferdinand

you're exhausted. Why don't you try to sleep?" Mary shook her head, insistent. "I'm not tired. I want to talk

understood-Mary's emotions, held back for so long,

Mary whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. "Briony, if

to disappoint her, not at a

shining through her tears.

beautiful eyes. Six pounds, three ounces. Honestly, I think she's even cuter than

her expression twisting with

her cough and grew alarmed.

speak, but a crushing tightness in her chest

Mary clutched Briony's hand, desperate to say what she needed before it was too

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