Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 695

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.

Crying, Briony accused her of cruelty—how could she bear to leave her daughter behind, a child so small and helpless?

She hadn’t even had a chance to look at her baby girl, not even once.

This heartless woman slept so deeply now.

No amount of Briony’s sobbing could bring her back.

Or maybe, Briony thought, Mary simply missed Ferdinand too much, and chose to follow him wherever he’d gone.

But what right did Ferdinand have to take her away?

“You foolish girl…” Briony ran her hand gently over Mary’s face for the last time.

Cold. Unforgiving.

Mary would never come back.

…

As Briony left the morgue, she looked up and spotted Stewart striding toward her from down the hall.

He hurried over, concern etched across his face. “Bryn, are you alright?”

Briony’s eyes were swollen and red from crying. She looked at Stewart, her expression already composed, her tone cool.

“What are you doing here?”

“I had some free time 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 I came.”

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