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.

expression. "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.

ran

wasn't medicine-this was

Her voice trembled as she looked at him. "Fred treated your mother

softened. "You've been under my care before.

if her heart had been plunged

dread seeped

Ferdinand's prescriptions to

tone turned serious. All I want is you. I'd never hurt you know you've already figured out that I tampered with

So you admit it? How could you?

harm the kids."His eyes darkened. "Bryn,

staring at the

you anymore. I give up. But I have only one request-don't hurt my

thinly. "That depends on