Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

As for everything else, she could handle it herself.

Two days later, Ferdinand's uncle, Kendal Ellsworth, arrived.

Kendal had a refined look about him. Dressed in a stylish linen blazer and slacks, he looked every inch the distinguished gentleman-hard to believe he was

already forty-five.

Gina had once whispered to Briony, marveling, "The Ellsworth genes are something else; I bet Ferdinand's uncle left quite a trail of broken hearts back in

the day!"

Briony couldn't have agreed more.

But Kendal wasn't just handsome; his approachable, warm demeanor made all the difference. Maybe that's why Julia didn't show the slightest hint of resistance or discomfort around him.

After checking Julia's pulse with calm expertise, Kendal delivered his verdict. "It's nothing serious. With some care and rest, she should be fully lucid again in about six months."

Briony was surprised-frankly, it sounded a bit like something out of a fairy tale.

But this was Ferdinand's uncle, after all; questioning him felt inappropriate. Sensing Briony's uncertainty, Ferdinand suggested they all accompany Julia to the countryside.

Briony happily agreed.

Kendal definitely knew how to live well. Though he kept a place in the country, it was only a two-hour drive from the old town.

Half the journey wound along mountain roads, making for a slow, scenic trip. Though everyone called it "the countryside," it was really a cluster of cottages nestled halfway up a lush green mountain.

It was like stepping into a hidden paradise.

hills. There were only a handful of

and practicality. Its thick walls and sturdy beams made it perfect for storing herbs, but the living spaces were bright, spotless, and surprisingly cozy. He shared the place with an elderly gentleman everyone called Mr. Ellsworth,

Gina there as well,

sure Julia had settled in and was comfortable with her new surroundings before heading back

into town, Briony's

"I'm at the airport."

voice was crisp and

"I'll come

over, "A

Briony nodded. "Mm-hmm."

to come with

take me home,

"Alright."

swung by her place, grabbed a folder, and headed

airport, she parked and made

the exit, a

her instantly

woman paused, tugged down her sunglasses, and gave Briony

"What's wrong,

half-laugh, half-expletive, her dramatic makeup making her eyes look even

blinked. Was thirty really old

is flawless-how many collagen injections have you had? Did you get a nose job? And your chest did

usual bluntness. "I haven't

can look like this without a little help,

double." Her friend paused, then huffed, "Other

maybe lose the heavy eyeliner before you start talking about image. We're not exactly