Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

James fixed his gaze on Ferdinand and asked, "What exactly is your relationship with Mr. Seven?"

He could see the suspicion in James's eyes as plain as day.

Ferdinand offered a calm, gentle smile. "The important figure who brought me to Northborough as a doctor recently-that's Mr. Seven."

James frowned. "Mr. Seven's not well?"

"Right. It's not cancer, but over the years he let his health slide, so he's got all kinds of chronic issues."

James's frown deepened. "So what do you think of him as a person?"

Ferdinand hesitated, then countered, "Mr. Delaney, do you find Mr. Seven untrustworthy?"

James was caught off guard. "Not exactly. It's just that Dr. Clarke mentioned something about Mr. Seven in Astara the other day."

"My relationship with Mr. Seven is strictly professional. I don't know much about his private affairs." Ferdinand paused, then added, "But I have heard he values talent, and apparently he doesn't have much family-most of the money he makes goes straight into charity work."

That much was true: Mr. Seven had an eye for talent.

painting that had caught his attention

reached out

doubts ease, rubbing his brow as if physically dispelling the

then, his

James answered, "Dr. Clarke."

"How's Briony?"

infection. She'll need to stay in the

going to

a weary sigh.

didn't feel relieved at

the divorce proceedings. That's kidnapping, plain

he's gone too far this time. But there's more to this than you know.

pretend we're strangers. I always thought you

too late to say anything now, but there's something you need to pass on to Briony: Stewart

out of intensive care yet. The earliest he

care, how did