Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 599

Briony took a step back, desperate to escape, but Ferdinand didn’t give her the chance.

Two bodyguards in black stormed in, grabbing her by the arms and pinning her in place.

Ferdinand lifted a bowl of medicine and forced it to her lips himself.

Briony managed to spit out most of it, but Ferdinand hurled the bowl to the floor in frustration—

Porcelain shattered everywhere.

He took out a handkerchief and calmly wiped his hands. “No matter. There’s always tomorrow.”

Briony glared at him, silent—neither cursing nor pleading.

Instead, she gave him a cold, mocking smile.

That smile seemed to strike a nerve.

Ferdinand seized her by the chin, his voice low and dangerous. “What are you smiling at?”

Briony said nothing.

The more she resisted, the angrier he became.

“Bryn, does staying with me really disgust you that much?”

“Yes.” Her reply was unwavering.

Ferdinand just laughed.

“That’s alright. Soon, you’ll feel differently.”

A wave of icy dread swept through Briony.

She had no idea what kind of medicine Ferdinand kept forcing on her. But she knew he wouldn’t allow her to die easily. He’d only keep tormenting her, calling it love.

This was her own private purgatory.

In the end, she had become just like Ferdinand’s mother.

Briony closed her eyes.

There was despair and fear in her heart, but the thought that her children were safe brought her a flicker of comfort.

She had done everything a mother could to protect them.

She longed to watch them grow up, but her life had already gone off the rails.

Mary froze, staring at Briony’s unfocused eyes, a terrible suspicion forming.

“Briony?” She waved her hand in front of Briony’s face.

Briony didn’t even blink. It was obvious—she couldn’t see.

“Briony…” Mary clapped a hand over her mouth, fighting back tears.

Briony sensed something was wrong. A cold heaviness settled over her.

The truth dawned on her. “Mary, I can’t see, can I?”

Mary’s voice shook as she tried to comfort her. “It’s probably just temporary, Briony, don’t be scared. I’ll help you get out of here. Once you’re safe, we’ll find a doctor, and you’ll get better—I promise!”

Briony frowned. “Help me? What do you mean?”

“There’s no time to explain.” Mary grabbed her arm. “Ferdinand won’t be back tonight. I’ll sneak you out through the side of the back garden—someone’s waiting to help you.”

Briony groped for Mary’s hand, her voice urgent. “What about you? If I escape, Ferdinand will never forgive you!”

“I’m carrying Ferdinand’s child. He won’t touch me. Even if he wants revenge, he’ll wait until after the baby is born.”

Mary’s voice was tense with worry. “Briony, we have to go—now!”