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.

...

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

be discharged and recover

long as a patient's condition was stable,

morning, Briony

Mansion was finally ready to

hosting a small

moving at such a time, but 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 honeymoon home all those years ago-she

If they objected, she'd feel guilty, so after

a well-known spiritual advisor. They settled on August 8th-a lucky day in

cheerful start, some good fortune-Briony hoped

blue skies and sunshine. Briony

had come to stay with her

was just a modest gathering, they couldn't skip all the

covering the traces of illness on her face. Then she picked out a soft blush-pink dress-a sleeveless style,

though, her collarbones were sharply

"You need a necklace. Hold on, let me see if

Knock, knock-

on

went over to

Stewart stood outside.

early," she