Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 632

Ferdinand knew it was Gifford who had told everyone that Briony was Stewart's ex-wife.

He looked at Gifford and smiled, a cold glint in his eyes.

The next moment, Gifford let out a muffled grunt and dropped to one knee, blood gushing from his thigh.

The bullet was lodged in the bone, and Ferdinand didn't hesitate to dig it out himself with his combat knife.

He pressed the bloodied bullet into Gifford's trembling hand, his own palm slick with blood. Then he patted Gifford's pale, sweat-soaked face as if he were soothing a child.

"I told you before, I don't like anyone telling me how to handle my business."

Gifford kept his head down, teeth clenched against the pain. "Mr. Ellsworth, I was wrong."

No one else dared so much as breathe.

In the end, the wedding would proceed just as Ferdinand wished-grand, extravagant, impossible to ignore.

Everyone thought he'd lost his mind, but no one dared oppose him. They could only follow along, caught in the wake of his madness.

At the reception afterward, Ferdinand raised his glass and drank with each of the heads of the family, one by one.

Every last one of them met his toast, offering hollow congratulations.

There were plenty of people present, but Ferdinand didn't let a single one off the hook. By the end of the round, he'd downed more than his fair share.

Now, thoroughly drunk, he cast aside any restraint. All he wanted in that moment was to hold Briony close, to feel her warmth, to be near her.

course, and recoiled at his

just got back from god knows where. Who knows what germs you're carrying? Are you trying to make sure

hesitated, caught

with anger. "You're drunk. Go sleep it off somewhere else. Or do you want something to happen to me before

red from the alcohol, but a hint of amusement

you're looking forward to the wedding too,

this

to it," Briony said, holding his gaze,

leaned in to press a

instant-so quick that Briony didn't

said, "Get

replied coolly and watched as

closed behind him,

shut her eyes, exhaling slowly in

thought. If I were healthy, I might not have survived another round

week, Ferdinand was

more maids had arrived to

all struggling with English.

found it nearly impossible to communicate

Ferdinand

Not that Briony cared.

most of her days

every day; though the line was left

never stopped either. Briony had become a

her nosebleeds started up again,

Her leukemia was progressing