Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 427

James fixed his gaze on Ferdinand and asked, “What exactly is your relationship with Mr. Seven?”

He could see the suspicion in James’s eyes as plain as day.

Ferdinand offered a calm, gentle smile. “The important figure who brought me to Northborough as a doctor recently—that’s Mr. Seven.”

James frowned. “Mr. Seven’s not well?”

“Right. It’s not cancer, but over the years he let his health slide, so he’s got all kinds of chronic issues.”

James’s frown deepened. “So what do you think of him as a person?”

Ferdinand hesitated, then countered, “Mr. Delaney, do you find Mr. Seven untrustworthy?”

James was caught off guard. “Not exactly. It’s just that Dr. Clarke mentioned something about Mr. Seven in Astara the other day.”

“My relationship with Mr. Seven is strictly professional. I don’t know much about his private affairs.” Ferdinand paused, then added, “But I have heard he values talent, and apparently he doesn’t have much family—most of the money he makes goes straight into charity work.”

That much was true: Mr. Seven had an eye for talent.

In fact, it was Briony’s painting that had caught his attention in the first place; that was why his people had reached out with a business card.

James felt his doubts ease, rubbing his brow as if physically dispelling the tension.

Just then, his phone rang—Cedric Clarke.

James answered, “Dr. Clarke.”

“How’s Briony?”