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?

Fred have fought so hard to reclaim The

wanted to turn her into

crept down Briony's

tomorrow's wedding was more crucial

what, she had to stall Ferdinand. She

die-but she would never let herself become a lab

until then, she had to keep up

for my condition is a bone marrow transplant, but the match rate is too low. Ferdinand, I don't want to end up like your mother, being used as a test subject. Please, just let me go with

like that, Bryn." Ferdinand's hand moved gently across her cheek. "If you die, you won't be the only

Briony glared at him.

Another threat.

me to his institute and do th same to me? I won't let you." d rather die than live in pain like that. If

steely, her resolve

meant every word. He exhaled quietly. "Wouldn't you hate me either way, even if

deepened. She refused

Mrs. Ellsworth," Ferdinand said, his

the way you look at

expect me to fall in love with my captor?" Briony's voice was as cold as ice. "You know I never chose to stay by your side. You've

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

look

dropped

consent form-for egg