NovelGoldChapter 425 After finishing the last drop of hot soup, Briony felt warmth seep back into her limbs.
She handed the empty mug to Bianca. "Thank you, Bianca." Bianca took it with a sigh. "Ma'am, I don't know what really happened between you and Mr. Wentworth. But I just spoke to the doctor-his condition is serious. We have to get to the hospital as soon as possible, or else he might..." "If he dies, I'll turn myself in." Bianca blinked in stunned silence.
That's not what she meant at all! Briony's face was expressionless, her voice as cold as ice. "But I'll never regret stabbing him." Bianca fell quiet, realizing there was nothing helpful she could say. Clearly, Mrs. Wentworth's hatred ran deep. Briony stayed in Bianca's cabin all night. She refused to sleep, no matter how many times Bianca urged her to lie down and rest. She insisted on sitting, every muscle tense and alert.
The cruise ship was indeed heading back. Through the first half of the night, a wild storm battered the vessel, tossing it violently. But by the second half, the weather slowly calmed.
At last, the long night passed.
Dawn broke in the east.
Sunlight poured through the small porthole, pooling at Briony's feet.
She opened her eyes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWatching the sunrise through the window, Briony rose slowly to her feet.
Bianca was dozing on the sofa, so absorbed in sleep that she didn't notice when Briony slipped out of the cabin. The deck was a disaster zone. The decorations from the wedding had been shredded by the storm, scattered and ruined beyond recognition.
Not far away, the city skyline glimmered in the morning light, alive and vibrant. The ship was almost at the dock. Briony's nerves stayed taut. She feared that, even in these final few hundred yards, Stewart might wake up, that he'd change his mind again...
But for once, fate was on her side.
The ship docked without incident.
Another private yacht was moored at the pier, its crew busy with preparations for departure. Briony didn't pay it any mind.
She held her breath, wanting nothing more than to get off the ship as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, she thought she heard someone calling her name.
"Bryn-!" Briony froze, whipping around in surprise.
On the deck of the private yacht stood two men.
"Bryn!" "Ms. Kensington!" It was Ferdinand and Cedric Clarke.
Back in the cabin, Stewart stirred from his unconsciousness, as though sensing something.
His eyes flew open-dark, bloodshot, his face paper-pale.
"Bryn..." "Mr. Wentworth, please, you're badly hurt. Don't move!" the private doctor urged. "Where's Bryn?" "Bianca's with her, sir-" "Have we docked?" The doctor nodded. "Just now. Don't worry, I've arranged everything with the hospital. The ambulance is " "Bryn's leaving..." Stewart gritted his teeth and forced himself out of bed. "Bryn..." The doctor couldn't hold him back afraid that struggling would only worsen the bleeding. In the end, he could only support Steward he half-carrying him toward the deck.
Every vision ne was agony. Stewart's need to; if not for the c see Briony one more he would have collapsed have collapsed already.
When he finally staggered onto the deck, he saw her just a few yards away.
Briony stood with her back to him, wrapped in a beige trench coat, Her long hair streaming in the ocean breeze. Bathed in morning light, her silhouette seemed almost unreal.
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Stewart tried to go to her, but his body gave out. Suddenly, his knees buckled and he crashed to the deck, gasping for air, unable to catch his breath. His vision blurred.
"Bryn..." He could barely see her anymore.
Briony reached into her coat pocket and pulled out two rings.
She turned and looked at Stewart.
"Stewart, watch closely." Her eyes were icy; as he gazed at her, she flung the rings into the sea.
Stewart's eyes widened in shock. A sharp, suffocating pain gripped his heart.
"Bryn..." Briony didn't spare him a glance. She turned and walked toward the exit.
Ferdinand and Cedric were already waiting for her at the dock.
Only when her feet touched solid m ground did Briony's tense, nerves Briony'stense. finally begin to relax. But before she could say a word to Ferdinand, darkness swept over her and she collapsed.
Ferdinand caught her just in time, his eyes wide with alarm.
Briony lay limp in his arms, her face drained of color, silent tears glistening at the corners of her eyes.
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