Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 575

Briony threw back the covers and stood up. “It’s getting late—I should go,” she said briskly.

She headed straight for the door, completely oblivious to the sudden shift in the man’s expression behind her.

An instant later, a sharp pain shot through the back of her neck—and then everything went black.

Ferdinand caught Briony’s limp body as she collapsed, the madness he’d been holding back now breaking through in his eyes.

“Bryn, if you won’t listen, I’m afraid I have no choice but to do this.”

…

Briony drifted in and out of consciousness, her mind foggy and her body feeling oddly weightless. Though her senses hadn’t fully returned, a flicker of awareness began to stir.

She struggled, brow furrowing as she forced her heavy eyelids open.

Streetlights slid past in blurred streaks, their glow flickering through the windows of a dimly lit car interior.

Was she in someone’s car?

Briony tried to sit up, but exhaustion dragged her back under, and she slipped into darkness again.

…

The city streets were nearly empty in the dead of night.

A black sedan trailed behind Ferdinand’s car, keeping a careful, steady distance.

Twenty minutes later, Ferdinand pulled into the parking garage of a private hospital.

In the underground lot, he carried the unconscious Briony into the elevator.

The black sedan rolled to a stop a short distance away.

A man in black stepped out, his face mostly hidden beneath a baseball cap and a black mask. He moved stealthily, slipping through the emergency stairwell door.

Inside the hospital’s surgical suite, Ferdinand placed Briony on a gurney.

A young doctor glanced at him uncertainly. “Mr. Ellsworth, are you sure you want to proceed with the egg retrieval?”

“Yes,” Ferdinand said, his gaze locked on Briony’s unconscious form—a manic possessiveness shining in his eyes. “She’s at the perfect stage in her cycle. Be careful, and work quickly.”

Briony had spent time under Ferdinand’s care before; he knew her medical history inside and out.

“Awake, are you?” the nurse said warmly. “Once this bag’s done, you’ll be able to go home.”

Briony blinked at her. “What happened to me?”

“You fainted from low blood sugar. Your friend brought you in.”

“My friend?” Briony echoed, confused—just as the door opened.

Ferdinand walked in.

At the sight of him, flashes of last night’s events flooded Briony’s mind—fragments of memory, impossible to piece together. Was it a dream, or had it really happened?

“Ferdinand?” she asked warily, her eyes narrowing. “You brought me here?”

“Yes,” Ferdinand replied, untroubled. “Have you been staying up late again? You collapsed last night. When I checked, your pulse was weak and you looked pale. Combined with your low blood pressure and anemia, I figured the safest thing was to get you to the hospital.”

It was true—Briony had been working herself ragged lately. Late nights were practically routine.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” she said quietly.

“You need to take better care of yourself,” Ferdinand said, his voice gentle but firm. “Your health was just starting to improve. If you keep pushing yourself like this, you’ll end up right back where you started.”