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

tomorrow's wedding was more crucial than

stall Ferdinand. She had to make

never let herself become a

until then, she had to keep up the

"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 your mother, being

hand moved gently across her cheek. "If you die, you

Briony glared at him.

Another threat.

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

was steely,

every word. He exhaled quietly. "Wouldn't you hate

if I didn't take you

deepened. She

become Mrs. Ellsworth," Ferdinand said,

way you look at me is still full of

Briony's voice was as cold as ice. "You know

his phone. He pulled up a photo from his

a look at

eyes dropped to

consent form-for egg

listed as the

she looked up

supposed to mean?"

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

stared at him

Absurd. Impossible.

believe you just because you show me some