Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 624

“It’s only about control, isn’t it?” Briony stared at him. “But it can’t be cured, right?”

Ferdinand pressed his lips together, silent.

“Forget it.” Briony lifted a hand to rub her aching temples. “I’d like some water.”

“Of course.”

Ferdinand immediately got up to fetch her a glass.

He held the water in one hand, and with the other, carefully helped Briony sit up, propping her gently against his chest.

Briony didn’t want to lean on him, but she simply didn’t have the strength to resist.

Worried she might choke, Ferdinand had even brought her a straw.

She took a few slow sips, and finally the dryness in her throat eased a bit.

“I’d like some soup,” she said quietly.

An appetite—any appetite—was a good sign.

Ferdinand eased her back onto the bed and set the glass on the nightstand. “I’ll ask Belinda to make you some broth.”

“Ferdinand, I want to go outside for a walk.”

“You’re still recovering. It’s not wise to go out in this weather.”

“Not right now,” Briony replied, her tone calm as she met his gaze. “I mean, I want to leave this room. Take a walk, window shop—anything. I just don’t want to be shut away in here all day.”

Ferdinand studied her, his expression unreadable. “It’s not as safe here as back home.”

“Then have someone come with me,” Briony said, her voice resolute. “Maybe I don’t have much time left. Are you really going to deny me even this little bit of freedom?”

Ferdinand’s lips pressed into a thin line.

He looked at Briony, and she saw the conflict in his eyes—alongside something like guilt.

She held his gaze, then gave a crooked half-smile. “Ferdinand, I’ve known for a while. My sudden illness is probably connected to what you did to me before.”

Ferdinand stiffened.