Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Briony stared at the bowl of herbal broth placed before her, her brow furrowing in suspicion.

Ferdinand watched her, an amused glint in his eye. "Are you worried I've poisoned it?"

She glanced up at him.

The truth was, she was.

"Briony, just drink it. It's all out of Mr. Ellsworth's concern for you," Mary chimed in with a sweet smile.

Briony shot her a look, then picked up the bowl and downed it in one go. The broth had a faint medicinal taste, but it wasn't unpleasant.

Setting the empty bowl on the table, she stood up abruptly. "I'm done. I'll head to my room and rest," she said coolly.

Ferdinand didn't try to stop her.

Back in her room, Briony rushed straight to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Moments later, the sound of retching echoed from inside.

A few minutes passed before she emerged, pale and unsteady. As soon as she raised her eyes, she found herself caught in Ferdinand's gaze.

She froze.

of mischief in his expression. "Bryn, it's not good for you to throw up the medicine. Luckily, I had

at him in

forward, holding out a fresh bowl of broth. "Come on, be good and

ran down Briony's

wasn't medicine-this was

him.

care before. If I'd wanted to harm you, do you think you'd still

if her heart had been

icy dread seeped into

both she and little Nina had relied on Ferdinand's prescriptions to recover. If he'd intended to poison

there's no need to doubt me.” Ferdinand's tone turned serious. All I want is you. I'd never hurt you know you've already figured out that

eyes widened. "Ferdinand! So you admit it? How could you? The

just a bit of plaster powder. It wouldn't actually harm the kids."His eyes darkened. "Bryn, there's nothing to fear as long as you

at the bowl in her

looked up at

up. But I have only one request-don't

thinly. "That depends

took the bowl, lifted it to her lips,