Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 694

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.”

“She’s full term,” Briony said, steadying her breathing as she looked at Cedric. “All the checkups have been fine. She should be okay, right?”

Cedric shook his head, about to reply, when the delivery room door swung open.

A nurse stepped out. “It was a rapid delivery with a second-degree tear, but you got her here just 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 two hours, we’ll move her to her room.”

Briony and Marlene both let out a sigh of relief.

…

Two hours later, Mary was moved from recovery to a private VIP suite Briony had arranged.

She woke not long after arriving in her room. As soon as she opened her eyes and saw Briony, she managed a faint smile. “Briony.”

“Congratulations, Mary. You have a beautiful little princess.” Briony 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 well.”

“No wonder I didn’t hear her cry…” Mary’s eyes grew misty. “Briony, I think I just saw Ferdinand Ellsworth.”

Briony squeezed her hand. “Mary, you’re exhausted. Why don’t you try to sleep?”

Mary shook her head, insistent. “I’m not tired. I want to talk to you.”

Briony understood—Mary’s emotions, held back for so long, had finally overflowed with her daughter’s birth.

“Ferdinand always said he wanted a daughter,” Mary whispered, tears sliding down her cheeks. “Briony, if he were still alive… do you think he’d be happy?”

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