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.

crept down

tomorrow's wedding was more crucial

to stall Ferdinand. She had to

she would never

had to

is a bone marrow transplant, but the match rate is too low. Ferdinand, I don't want to end

like that, Bryn." Ferdinand's hand moved gently across her cheek. "If you die, you

Briony glared at him.

Another threat.

in the first place? You couldn't bear what he did to your mother-turning her into a guine@pig. And now you want to drag me to his institute and do

voice was steely, her resolve

saw she meant every word. He exhaled

way, even if I

glare only deepened. She refused

become Mrs. Ellsworth," Ferdinand said, his

at me is still full of

with my captor?" Briony's voice was as cold as ice.

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

look at this,

dropped to the

consent form-for egg

own name listed

she looked up

supposed to mean?"

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

at

Absurd. Impossible.

you just because you