Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony stared at the bowl of herbal broth placed before her, her brow furrowing in suspicion.

Ferdinand watched her, an amused glint in his eye. "Are you worried I've poisoned it?"

She glanced up at him.

The truth was, she was.

"Briony, just drink it. It's all out of Mr. Ellsworth's concern for you," Mary chimed in with a sweet smile.

Briony shot her a look, then picked up the bowl and downed it in one go. The broth had a faint medicinal taste, but it wasn't unpleasant.

Setting the empty bowl on the table, she stood up abruptly. "I'm done. I'll head to my room and rest," she said coolly.

Ferdinand didn't try to stop her.

Back in her room, Briony rushed straight to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Moments later, the sound of retching echoed from inside.

A few minutes passed before she emerged, pale and unsteady. As soon as she raised her eyes, she found herself caught in Ferdinand's gaze.

She froze.

his expression. "Bryn, it's not good for you to throw up the medicine. Luckily, I had Belinda prepare an

stared at

of broth. "Come on, be good

chill ran down

medicine-this

me?" Her voice trembled as she looked at him. "Fred treated your mother like a guinea pig, and now

restorative soup." Ferdinand's smile softened. "You've been under my care before. If I'd

as if her heart had

seeped into

had relied on Ferdinand's prescriptions to recover. If he'd intended to poison them from the

I want is you. I'd never hurt

widened. "Ferdinand! So you admit it? How

kids."His eyes darkened. "Bryn, there's nothing to fear as long

at the

I can't fight you anymore. I give up. But I have only

"That depends on