Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 569

“Bryn? Bryn…”

Briony’s eyes fluttered open to find James Delaney suddenly looming over her, anxiety etched across his face.

“Bryn, you’re awake! How are you feeling?”

She stared at him, disoriented, her thoughts muddled. Had she really just dreamed about Stewart?

James waited for a response, then reached out to feel her forehead. “No fever. You’re not concussed, are you?”

Snapping back to herself, Briony met his worried gaze. “I’m fine.”

James let out a huge sigh of relief. “You scared the hell out of me! As long as your brain’s still working…”

“How did you even find out about the accident?” she asked.

“I got a call from Dr. Clarke,” James said. “Apparently, some good Samaritan called an ambulance and got you to the hospital.”

“Did you see who it was?”

James shook his head. “No idea. Why?”

Briony managed a calm expression. “They saved my life. I just thought I ought to thank them in person.”

He shrugged. “From what I heard, there were several people helping out—someone called the police, another called the ambulance. Doubt any of them left their contact info.”

She fell silent, letting the matter drop. Maybe it really was just a dream.

But the memory of that phone call before the crash jolted her. Briony suddenly tried to sit up.

“Whoa, don’t move!” James quickly pressed her back down, frowning. “You’ve still got an IV in your arm!”

“My car—where is it?” Her voice was urgent. “There was something really important inside.”

“I already had it towed to the shop. I took everything out before it went in for repairs—they’re all in my car now, so don’t worry.”

“Did you see a bag of hawthorn candies?”