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.

"Bryn, it's not good for you to throw up the medicine. Luckily, I had

stared at

forward, holding out a fresh bowl of broth. "Come on, be good and

ran down

wasn't medicine-this

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

softened. "You've been under my care before. If I'd wanted to harm you, do you

heart

icy dread seeped into

both she and little Nina had relied on Ferdinand's prescriptions to

doubt me.” Ferdinand's tone turned serious. All I want is you. I'd never hurt you know you've already figured out

"Ferdinand! So you admit it? How could you? The

of plaster powder. It wouldn't actually harm the kids."His eyes darkened. "Bryn, there's nothing to fear as long as you cooperate. I promise, nothing like

at

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

thinly. "That depends