Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 633

"Bone marrow transplant..."

Ferdinand's gaze was somber as he stared at Briony lying in the hospital bed. “I understand. You can leave us," he said softly.

The foreign doctor nodded, then quietly slipped out of the room.

Ferdinand sat down at Briony's bedside and reached out to feel her forehead.

Still running a slight fever.

Briony frowned, her eyelids heavy as she struggled to open them.

"You're awake. Do you want some water?"

"Yes, please."

He poured her a glass and helped her drink through a straw.

The water made Briony feel a little more alert. She looked up at Ferdinand, her voice tentative. "I thought I heard you telling the doctor you wanted to take me to Switzerland?"

Ferdinand set the glass on the nightstand. "That's right. My father invested in a research institute there. They might be able to develop a cure for you."

Her breath caught.

So it wasn't a dream-Ferdinand really did intend to take her to Switzerland. Fred Wentworth's institute. Could they really come up with a cure for leukemia?

If they could, why would Fred have fought so hard to reclaim The Wentworth Group?

That meant... Ferdinand wanted to turn her into the next Malvina Ellsworth.

chill crept down Briony's

wedding was

to stall Ferdinand. She had to make

would never let herself

had to keep

as she looked at Ferdinand. "I heard Dr. Jaime just now. The best treatment for my condition is a bone marrow transplant, but the match rate is too low. Ferdinand, I don't want to end up like

Bryn." Ferdinand's hand moved gently across her cheek. "If you die, you won't

Briony glared at him.

Another threat.

he did to your mother-turning her into a guine@pig. And now you want to drag me to his institute and do th same to me? I won't let you." d rather

steely,

word. He exhaled

way, even if I didn't take you to

deepened. She

Ellsworth," Ferdinand said, his tone oddly

you look at me

as cold as ice. "You know I never chose to stay by your side. You've

and took out his phone. He pulled up a photo from his gallery and handed it to

a look at this,

eyes dropped to

consent form-for

own name listed as the

eyes widened as she looked up at

supposed to mean?"

"Mary's baby... it's ours."

stared at

Absurd. Impossible.

believe you just