Briony stared at the bowl of herbal broth placed before her, her brow furrowing in suspicion.
Ferdinand watched her, an amused glint in his eye. “Are you worried I’ve poisoned it?”
She glanced up at him.
The truth was, she was.
“Briony, just drink it. It’s all out of Mr. Ellsworth’s concern for you,” Mary chimed in with a sweet smile.
Briony shot her a look, then picked up the bowl and downed it in one go. The broth had a faint medicinal taste, but it wasn’t unpleasant.
Setting the empty bowl on the table, she stood up abruptly. “I’m done. I’ll head to my room and rest,” she said coolly.
Ferdinand didn’t try to stop her.
Back in her room, Briony rushed straight to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
Moments later, the sound of retching echoed from inside.
A few minutes passed before she emerged, pale and unsteady. As soon as she raised her eyes, she found herself caught in Ferdinand’s gaze.
She froze.
Ferdinand smiled, a hint of mischief in his expression. “Bryn, it’s not good for you to throw up the medicine. Luckily, I had Belinda prepare an extra bowl.”
Briony stared at him in disbelief.
He stepped forward, holding out a fresh bowl of broth. “Come on, be good and drink it.”
A chill ran down Briony’s spine.
This wasn’t medicine—this was poison.
“Ferdinand, do you have to do this to me?” Her voice trembled as she looked at him. “Fred treated your mother like a guinea pig, and now you’re doing the same to me?”
“Bryn, don’t be ridiculous. It’s just a restorative soup.” Ferdinand’s smile softened. “You’ve been under my care before. If I’d wanted to harm you, do you think you’d still be alive and well today?”
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