Regretting The Wife He Threw Away

Briony fell silent.

"Bri, how did you get poisoned before?"

There was no way Briony could tell Kendal the truth. Kendal had always been proud of Ferdinand; if he ever found out what Ferdinand had done, it would crush him.

Briony turned to Stewart for help.

Stewart understood her meaning and tactfully avoided mentioning Ferdinand. Instead, he asked, "Dr. Ellsworth, do you have any way to ease Bryn's symptoms?"

Kendal thought for a moment. "I need to meet with your attending physician."

At that, Stewart immediately stood up. "I'll contact him right away."

Kendal's arrival brought a glimmer of hope to Briony's situation.

Cedric Clarke escorted Kendal to meet the head of Briony's medical team.

That day, several specialists—both from traditional and Western medicine— gathered in the consulting room. They spent four or five hours discussing Briony's condition, going over every detail.

Three days later, a new treatment plan was confirmed.

It combined Kendal's acupuncture therapy, Western medications to suppress the spread of cancer cells, and immune-boosting drugs—all in the hope of buying more time for a bone marrow match.

Meanwhile, everyone close to Briony was doing their part-posting online, searching for donors with rare blood types, and asking them to come in for matching.

...

Briony's condition had visibly improved. She looked and felt better, her

asked to be discharged

respected her wishes. As long as a patient's condition was stable, they never insisted on keeping

morning, Briony completed her

Mansion was finally ready to

insisted on hosting a small housewarming

Briony had her own reasons. She worried that if she didn't pull through, her passing would take place at Skybreeze Retreat. That house had been his father and mother's

she'd feel guilty, so after discussing it, they

Gwendolyn White had consulted a well-known spiritual advisor. They settled on August 8th-a lucky

cheerful start, some good fortune-Briony hoped it

blue skies and

had come to stay with her two days

just a modest gathering, they

of illness on her face. Then she picked out a soft blush-pink dress-a sleeveless style, with a cream cardigan

so much weight, though,

a necklace. Hold

Knock, knock-

on

over to

Stewart stood outside.

early,"