Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 612

At his words, Briony's brows knitted together, but in the end, she stopped

struggling.

Ferdinand had always been supremely confident in his own concoctions. But as he took Briony's pulse now, his expression grew increasingly grave.

Something was wrong.

He released her wrist, switched to her other hand, and checked again. After a long moment, he let go.

"What have you been eating lately?"

Briony's face was cold. "I've been gone for nearly two weeks. Are you expecting a full report on every meal I've had in that time? Too bad I lost my sense of taste after the first few days, so I honestly have no idea what I've been eating."

Ferdinand's face darkened. "Bryn, tell me the truth. Did you take anything else— any other medication?"

"No." Briony shook her head. "The night Blair Monroe helped me escape, we crashed and ended up stranded on a small island for a few days. The place was so remote, there wasn't a doctor in sight."

missing a beat. "But you made it to Astara. Mr. Seven picked you up

find Mr. Seven, but he didn't see me himself. He sent Mr. Hoffman to meet us instead. Mr. Hoffman knows a bit about alternative medicine, but he said the toxin was yours,

Still, Ferdinand scrutinized her.

anything. He wouldn't take that chance." She paused, then added, "Ferdinand, why are you so sure I took

you back to your room. You're weak right now. From now on, I'll focus on detoxifying your system. Once that's

argue. She was

back to the master bedroom. The moment she lay down, she drifted into a

sat by the bed, staring at her pale, fragile face, his brows furrowed in concern. Only after a long while did

and dialed Gifford. "Call

...

Stewart Wentworth came to, he found himself in

an eyebrow and

up. "Why am I

boarding a cruise, planning to

hadn't taken youreighth dose, and with the mission at a critical stage, you really thought you could just show up at Ferdinand's door and blow your cover? Mr. Hoffman had no choice. For the

I went

can't keep delaying-her