Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

"Bone marrow transplant..."

Ferdinand's gaze was somber as he stared at Briony lying in the hospital bed. “I understand. You can leave us," he said softly.

The foreign doctor nodded, then quietly slipped out of the room.

Ferdinand sat down at Briony's bedside and reached out to feel her forehead.

Still running a slight fever.

Briony frowned, her eyelids heavy as she struggled to open them.

"You're awake. Do you want some water?"

"Yes, please."

He poured her a glass and helped her drink through a straw.

The water made Briony feel a little more alert. She looked up at Ferdinand, her voice tentative. "I thought I heard you telling the doctor you wanted to take me to Switzerland?"

Ferdinand set the glass on the nightstand. "That's right. My father invested in a research institute there. They might be able to develop a cure for you."

Her breath caught.

So it wasn't a dream-Ferdinand really did intend to take her to Switzerland. Fred Wentworth's institute. Could they really come up with a cure for leukemia?

could, why would Fred have fought

to turn

crept down Briony's

tomorrow's wedding was more

matter what, she had to stall Ferdinand. She

could die-but she would never

until then, she had to

at Ferdinand. "I heard Dr. Jaime just now. The best treatment for my condition is a bone marrow transplant, but the match rate is too low. Ferdinand,

hand moved gently across her cheek. "If you die, you

Briony glared at him.

Another threat.

mother-turning her into a guine@pig. And now you want to drag me to his institute and do th same to me? I won't let

voice was steely, her resolve

exhaled quietly. "Wouldn't you hate

deepened.

Mrs. Ellsworth," Ferdinand said, his

at me is

was as cold as ice. "You know I never chose to stay by your side. You've always

his hand and took out his phone. He

look at this,

dropped to

surgical consent