Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 620

It was a world Briony could hardly fathom—a world no one would ever acknowledge or believe existed.

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Both of their clothes were soaked in blood, the fabric ruined beyond repair.

Ferdinand called for the stylists.

The moment the stylists walked in and saw the scene, they froze in shock.

“Get my wife a new wedding dress,” Ferdinand said, his voice sharp and cold. He fixed the stylist with a dark glare, cutting off any protest before it could leave her lips. “Just do your job and keep quiet.”

“Yes, sir.” The stylist dropped her gaze and quickly helped Briony into the changing room.

Another stylist came in, carrying a first aid kit.

“Mrs. Ellsworth, Mr. Ellsworth asked me to take care of your injuries first.”

Briony sat before the illuminated vanity, her hands clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her body still trembled uncontrollably, the aftershocks of what had happened refusing to subside.

She didn’t hear a word the stylist said.

“Mrs. Ellsworth?” the voice repeated, closer this time.

Briony’s lashes fluttered. She looked up, meeting the eyes of the woman with the medical kit.

The stylist gave her a gentle, reassuring smile. “I’m going to clean your wounds. It might sting a little, but please bear with me.”

Briony nodded faintly.

The wounds were deep. Scars were almost inevitable.

As the stylist cleaned her injuries, another began setting out a new wedding dress and matching accessories.

“Linda, where did you put the jewelry for the second dress?” one of them asked.

Linda, swabbing Briony’s wound with an iodine-soaked cotton pad, replied without looking up, “Did you check the jewelry case? Didn’t find it?”