NovelGoldChapter 424 He was speaking when, all of a sudden, he coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood.
A moment later, the man could hold himself up no longer. His tall frcollapsed, knees slamming hard against the unforgiving deck.
He coughed again, more blood spilling from his lips.
Briony hadn't hesitated-her aim had been both ruthless and precise.
It must have hit his spleen.
Bianca heard the commotion and crunning. When she saw Stewart kneeling on the deck, a knife still lodged in his side and blood on his lips, she gasped in horror and called frantically for the doctor.
Their private physician rushed over.
Stewart, clinging to consciousness by a thread, managed to command, "Turn the boat around. Now. And... get my wife back to her cabin-" With those words, his eyes fluttered shut. He passed out cold.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Sir!" Briony watched as Stewart was carried away toward the cabins.
Conditions on the yacht were far from ideal. The doctor could do little more than stop the bleeding.
Bianca pressed him for answers.
"It looks like his spleen's been injured," the doctor admitted, his voice strained. "I can't risk removing the knife out here. We need to get him to a hospital as soon as possible." As soon as Bianca heard this, she hurried back out onto the deck.
By now, the wind was howling, and fat raindrops pelted the yacht.
She dashed over and grabbed Briony's arm. "Ma'am, he's unconscious. Please, you need to cinside! The waves are getting worse out here. It's dangerous to stay on deck any longer!" But Briony refused to let go of the railing.
She was terrified terrified that if she went back inside, Stewart would wake up and lock her away again. "Ma'am, the doctor says he's lost consciousness from a spleen injury. The captain's already turning us around." Rain streaming down her face, Bianca raised her voice over the storm, pleading with Briony.
"He's out cold, ma'am. Right now, you have more say on this yacht than anyone else. What are you afraid of?" Briony blinked, startled.
The weather was growing fiercer by the second.
Each raindrop stung her face like a slap.
In her mind, she saw Little Nina's sweet, hopeful face.
Suddenly, it was as if she woke from a nightmare. "I can't... I can't die hittle Nina's still waiting at home!" Tears welled up and spilled from Briony's eyes. Relieved, Bianca quickly helped her back inside.
But Briony wouldn't return to that sroom.
So Bianca brought her to her own cabin instead.
Briony glanced down at herself. Her wedding gown was drenched, streaked with blood, an utter ruin.
It looked just like her marriage.
Stained with blood and curses.
In the bathroom, Bianca helped Briony out of the heavy, sopping gown and carried it out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe door closed softly behind her.
Briony stepped under the shower,
turned on the hot water, and stood In trembling beneath the spray, eyes squeezed shut, letting the warmth soak into her frozen, shaking body. Half an hour later, Bianca knocked on the door.
"Ma'am, are you alright? I made you shot soup. You're still not m well-cout and have a little, please." Briony opened the door, now dressed in a soft, cream-colored cotton pajama set.
Her long towel.
was wrapped in a lood Without makeup, her f è and lips were ghostures looked strikingly beautiful, but her pale.
Bianca's heart ached at the sight.
She helped Briony to the bed and handed her the steaming hot soup. G. "CarefuNtShot." Briony took the bowl and sipped slowly, one small mouthful at a time.
She couldn't afford to collapse now.
Little Nina was waiting for her. She had to pull herself together.
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