Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 622

It was a long moment before Ferdinand finally spoke. “Gifford, if it hadn’t been for Bryn, I would have died that night nine years ago. The name ‘Ferdinand’—my mother gave it to me. But when I left home and went to Myanmar alone, I abandoned that name. It was because of Bryn that I took it up again.”

Gifford was clearly moved. “Mr. Ellsworth, I know what you want. But Ms. Kensington doesn’t love you. This wedding is something you forced. I’m afraid she’ll resent you—and she might do something that hurts you.”

Ferdinand’s lips curled into a faint, almost bitter smile. “If that happens, so be it.”

“Why put yourself through this?”

“Gifford, I’ve made myself clear. Bryn is my wife. No matter how wary you are of her, just remember—she is Mrs. Ellsworth. I don’t care what you think of her in private, but in public I expect you to show her the respect and courtesy she deserves.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“One more thing. There are two rare herbs I need you to find in Southeast Asia. I’ve sent you the details.”

“Yes, sir.”

After hanging up, Ferdinand stared out the window for a long time, motionless.

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Mary grew increasingly anxious as Briony’s fever refused to break.

“Stay with her. I’m going to find Ferdinand,” she said to the maid.

As she stepped out of the guest room, she saw Ferdinand emerging from his study, an acupuncture kit in his hand.

“Why did Briony suddenly spike a fever?” Mary asked, worry etched across her face.

Ferdinand didn’t answer. “Go back to your own room.”

“But I’m worried about her—”

He cut her off, fixing her with a cold stare. “Are you afraid my medical skills will kill her?”