Ferdinand tightened his hold around her, his arms drawing Briony closer.
“Gifford, get us to the hospital.”
“Yes, sir!” Gifford answered crisply.
With Briony in his arms, Ferdinand climbed into the SUV. The black Hummer sped off into the distance.
Just then, a shout echoed from the deck—“Hurry! Mr. Wentworth’s in shock!”
Cedric Clarke’s eyes widened in alarm. He bolted back toward the yacht.
…
At the hospital, after Briony was rushed into the emergency room, Ferdinand immediately called James.
It wasn’t long before James arrived, bringing Little Nina and Crystal Marlene with him.
Last night, news had come from Mr. Seven—he’d finally tracked down the location of Stewart’s private yacht.
Mr. Seven had sent out his own vessel and arranged for his men to accompany Ferdinand and James on the search for Briony.
Originally, James was meant to join Ferdinand out at sea that day. But Little Nina hadn’t spoken to her mother in days and had spent the previous nights tossing and turning, plagued by nightmares of her mom crying.
By the next day, Little Nina had developed a low fever.
James was her godfather, and besides Briony, no one knew how to care for Little Nina better than he did.
So, after some discussion, they decided Ferdinand and Cedric Clarke would go with Mr. Seven’s men, while James stayed behind to look after Nina.
But before the search could even begin, Stewart’s yacht unexpectedly returned.
…
By the time James and the others arrived at the hospital, Briony had already been moved out of the emergency room.
The doctor explained she had a mild lung infection and a sprained ankle, but nothing too serious. She’d need a few days of observation and IV antibiotics, but if nothing else came up, she’d be discharged soon.
Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief.
James sent Crystal to handle the paperwork for Briony’s admission.
Soon after, Briony was transferred to a private VIP suite.
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