Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 621

They never made it through all ten wedding dresses.

By the time Briony tried on the third, she collapsed without warning.

Ferdinand caught her just in time, startled to discover her skin was burning hot.

He scooped her up and hurried back to the motorhome.

Inside, he checked her pulse.

Briony lay quietly in his arms, her cheeks flushed a vivid red from the fever.

The results made Ferdinand’s expression grow grave.

He brought her back to Sanctonia Private Estate.

Carrying the unconscious Briony into the house, he strode straight through the living room, where Mary was watching TV. She jumped up the moment she saw them.

“What happened to Briony?”

Ferdinand didn’t spare her a glance, nor did he answer, but headed upstairs without pause.

Worry twisting in her chest, Mary followed after him.

Ferdinand laid Briony gently on the bed, and when he turned to find Mary at the door, his face was cold and commanding. “Go get Belinda—now.”

“Right away.”

Mary hurried off to call Belinda up.

Ferdinand instructed, “Help her out of the wedding dress.”

“On it!”

With that, Ferdinand turned and walked out.

Mary, still uneasy, said, “Let me help, too. Briony’s completely out of it—Belinda won’t be able to manage alone.”

Ferdinand, phone already in hand and clearly anxious to make a call, didn’t object.

Gifford sighed. “Mr. Ellsworth, if you insist on this wedding, then at least keep it small. Low-profile. For everyone’s sake.”

“This is Bryn’s and my wedding,” Ferdinand replied, unyielding. “I’m going to make it as magnificent as I possibly can. I want Bryn to know what a real grand wedding looks like.”

Gifford went silent.

He knew there was no changing Ferdinand’s mind.

Once, Ferdinand had been ruthless, never letting feelings cloud his judgment. Now, for Briony, he’d abandoned all sense of reason.

“Mr. Ellsworth, all these years, the men who’ve followed you have staked everything on your leadership. One reckless decision could cost them everything—including their lives.”

Ferdinand narrowed his eyes. “So now you think you can lecture me, Gifford?”

“I wouldn’t dare,” Gifford replied quietly. “I just don’t want everything we’ve worked for to go up in smoke.”

Ferdinand gazed out the window, a complex storm of emotion flickering in his eyes.