Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 659

Briony started to stand, but Kendal quickly said, "No need to get up, really. We're all family here no need for formalities."

Hearing that, Briony let her politeness drop.

Still, as she looked at Kendal, her feelings were mixed.

Judging from his expression, it seemed he hadn't yet received word of

Ferdinand's death.

Stewart walked over and handed some medicine to Briony. "Here, take this first."

She accepted the cup and drank it all in one go, lowering her gaze.

Stewart unwrapped a piece of hard candy and offered it to her.

Briony took the candy and placed it in her mouth.

Stewart took the empty cup from her hands.

Kendal watched from the side, a gentle smile in his eyes.

It looked like these two-once married-had finally made peace.

Since Kendal had taken the trouble to visit her as an elder, Briony felt she should at least invite him inside.

She stood and welcomed Kendal into the house.

The three of them entered, and Briony and Kendal sat together near the sofa.

and no one was fussing

of warm

pleasantries before Stewart excused himself to the

Stewart disappear into the kitchen, then turned back to Briony. "So, are you two

for each other as friends," Briony replied with a faint

immediately recognized the look in Stewart's eyes when he glanced at

was clear Stewart still cared, but Briony didn't seem to have the same

now wasn't the

better was what truly

carefully. "Your health is the only thing that

"How's my mom doing

and won't put it down for a second

than the way a person looked at

side, Briony knew she had nothing to worry

so much in her life. To find someone like Kendal at her age—it was

Ellsworth, please don't

about my illness. They still haven't found a suitable bone marrow donor, and I honestly don't know how much time I have left. My mom is almost like a child these days; I don't want her to worry. If-if I

an elder, could hardly bear to hear her

matter how hard it gets, you can't give up. Medicine's come

this disease has a very low survival rate. There are things I have to say while I still can. Of course I want to live. I'm a mother too—I can't bear to leave my

at her, and the calmer she acted, the

he offered gently, "Would you like me to check your pulse? I

paused in surprise, then

she couldn't bring herself to refuse Kendal's

just as Kendal

If he could be involved in her