Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

At his words, Briony's brows knitted together, but in the end, she stopped

struggling.

Ferdinand had always been supremely confident in his own concoctions. But as he took Briony's pulse now, his expression grew increasingly grave.

Something was wrong.

He released her wrist, switched to her other hand, and checked again. After a long moment, he let go.

"What have you been eating lately?"

Briony's face was cold. "I've been gone for nearly two weeks. Are you expecting a full report on every meal I've had in that time? Too bad I lost my sense of taste after the first few days, so I honestly have no idea what I've been eating."

Ferdinand's face darkened. "Bryn, tell me the truth. Did you take anything else— any other medication?"

"No." Briony shook her head. "The night Blair Monroe helped me escape, we crashed and ended up stranded on a small island for a few days. The place was so remote, there wasn't a doctor in sight."

Ferdinand fixed her with a sharp look, not missing a beat. "But you made it to Astara. Mr. Seven picked you up there."

take me to find Mr. Seven, but he didn't see me himself. He sent Mr. Hoffman to meet us instead. Mr. Hoffman knows a

Still, Ferdinand scrutinized her.

that chance." She paused,

back to your room. You're weak right

argue. She

to the master bedroom. The moment she lay down, she drifted

sat by the bed, staring at her pale, fragile face, his brows furrowed in concern. Only after a long

him, Ferdinand pulled out his phone and dialed Gifford. "Call the people in the

...

came to,

Stewart was waking up. Seeing him stir, Jonah raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Well, you woke up sooner than ever this time. Looks like my new

up. "Why am

planning to head to Nortia to

just show up at Ferdinand's door and blow your cover? Mr. Hoffman had no choice. For the sake of the operation, he used a sedative in

outrageous! I went to Ferdinand

can't keep delaying-her condition