Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Briony fixed her gaze on Ferdinand. "No mother could ever truly abandon her own child. Ferdinand, you created this child for one reason to break down my defenses, to use my heart against me. If something happens to this baby, then there's truly nothing left between us."

Ferdinand pressed his lips into a thin line, studying Briony intently.

He was weighing how much of her words were sincere.

Mary's pained cry broke the silence. At last, Ferdinand spoke, his voice cold: "Gifford, pull over somewhere secluded."

Gifford frowned, uneasy. "Mr. Ellsworth, we should get to the docks as fast as possible. They'll be expecting us, and every minute we delay puts us at greater risk."

Ferdinand's patience was gone. “I won't repeat myself."

Gifford gritted his teeth, the wound on his thigh throbbing. He knew well enough that when Ferdinand lost it, he was capable of anything.

"Mr. Ellsworth, I hope you don't regret this."

With a heavy sigh, Gifford steered the SUV off the road, weaving through the trees until they came to a stop in the shelter of the woods.

Ferdinand immediately unzipped a small medical kit and laid out the acupuncture needles.

Gifford slid out of the car and clambered onto the roof to keep watch.

Inside, only the three of them remained.

Briony reached over, tearing open a sterile alcohol wipe and handing it to Ferdinand.

He hadn't expected her to help.

wipe,

"What are you looking at me for? The baby comes

bent his head and began

car door, exhaustion written all over

hunched, stealing anxious glances at Briony, who kept her eyes

twisted with

understand what I'm

minutes, Mary's pain finally

medical kit. "How

hesitated. "But, um... I really need

looked at Ferdinand, embarrassed. "Ever since my belly got this big,

of irritation crossed Ferdinand's face, his gaze sharp as he stared

to play

not! I really can't

Tears spilled over as

pleaded, "Ferdinand, you can't

expect me

can you?"

Ferdinand's expression darkened.

"She's in this state because she's carrying your child, Ferdinand.

tight. "Bryn, we're on

Ynet

back. "What are you afraid of? We're in the middle of howhere, and you can

words made Ferdinand

I won't run," Mary