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 so hard

to turn her into the next Malvina

chill crept down Briony's

wedding was more crucial than

stall Ferdinand. She had

she would never let herself become a lab

she had to keep

my condition is a bone marrow transplant,

hand moved gently across her cheek. "If you die, you won't

Briony glared at him.

Another threat.

you want to drag me to his institute and do th same to me? I won't let you." d rather

voice was steely, her

meant every word. He exhaled quietly. "Wouldn't you hate

deepened. She refused to

Mrs. Ellsworth," Ferdinand

at

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

his phone. He pulled up a photo from his gallery and handed it to

a look at this,

eyes dropped

surgical consent form-for egg