Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Smoke and gunfire billowed over the mountain.

In the end, Ferdinand was undone by love. Driven by selfish desire, he brought down the "kingdom of shadows" he'd spent years building. Gifford was dead, and the other leaders-dragged here by Ferdinand and now trapped-had no way

out.

They had spilled plenty of blood for their own gain. No one would shed tears for them.

Yet in their world, this was a betrayal sparked by Ferdinand alone.

His obsession destroyed everything.

And in the end, his fixation destroyed him too.

The devil who created hell dared to dream of a lifetime of happiness with a mortal -what a cruel joke.

Ferdinand would find no peace, no sympathy.

On the edge of the cliff, Mary knelt, thunder cracking overhead, waves crashing far below. Her sobs were lost in the storm.

The child inside her twisted and kicked.

She clutched her belly, her laughter tangled with tears, her tears twisted into laughter.

A special ops officer rushed over to help her up. The operation wasn't over, but a pregnant woman couldn't linger here. They hurried her down the mountain.

By the time they reached the base, an ambulance was waiting.

Stewart carried Briony into the vehicle.

Jonah caught sight of the blood running down Stewart's arm and blanched. "You're hurt!"

"Forget about me," Stewart snapped. "Check on Bryn first!"

Jonah sighed, turning to the nurse. "Get his bleeding under control, will you?"

The nurse nodded, quickly grabbing bandages and pressing them to Stewart's wound.

But Stewart's eyes never left Briony.

"High fever, low blood pressure," Jonah said after a hurried exam. "Acute leukemia, and she's in an active phase. There may be internal bleeding. Get her on oxygen. How long till we reach the hospital?"

"About twenty minutes to Global Unity Medical," the nurse replied.

The rain poured down, the ambulance crawling through flooded streets.

Jonah's expression tightened. "Call ahead. Have them prep an OR."

"On it!"

Twenty minutes later, the ambulance pulled up to Sanctonia Private Estate- Global Unity Medical.

Briony was rushed into emergency.

The red light above the door flicked on.

Stewart stood there, staring at the glowing sign, jaw clenched.

A nurse urged him to get his wound stitched up, but he wouldn't budge.

His phone buzzed in his pocket; he ignored it, rooted to the spot.

A few minutes later, a group hurried down the hall.

Mary, pale and disheveled, staggered in, one hand cradling her belly and her eyes

red from crying. "Mr. Wentworth, how's Briony?"

Stewart kept his head down, silent.

The nurse stepped in. “She's in surgery. There's no news yet. Butif you know him, please convince him to get his wound treated. It's deep-if he waits, there's a risk of infection and complications."

Mary glanced at Stewart's arm.

His black uniform was soaked, hiding the blood, but crimson dripped steadily from

his fingertips, pooling on the floor.

"Mr. Wentworth, please, let me watch over her. You need to get help."

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The word "children" made Stewart's lashes flutter.

He looked up at the closed doors of the emergency room.

After a moment, he swallowed hard. "I'll be right back. Watch over Bryn for me."

"Don't worry. I won't leave her side. And you have your people here-Briony will be safe."

He managed a grateful nod and followed the nurse away.

She cut away his sleeve, exposing three deep, ragged gashes.

Each cut had been gouged into his flesh and then ripped wider for maximum pain. Ferdinand's knife had been merciless. One more inch and he'd have hit an artery. Every wound needed stitches.

The doctor cleaned and closed each one, the process taking nearly an hour.

Finally, the wounds were bandaged and Stewart rushed back to the emergency

room.

The surgery was over.

The doors swung open and Jonah stepped out, peeling off his mask.

Stewart hurried forward. "How is she?"

"She's not in immediate danger," Jonah said softly, "but her condition is critical. We need a bone marrow match as soon as possible. Without it, she might have six months-at most."

Stewart's broad shoulders sagged.

Six months...

Mary covered her mouth, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Briony..."