NovelFinishChapter 621 They never made it through all ten wedding dresses.
By the tBriony 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.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe 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, "Lethelp, 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.
Mary slipped into the room and closed the door behind her.
Briony lay feverish and oblivious to the world.
It took both Belinda and Mary considerable effort to ease her out of the heavy wedding dress.
"Her temperature's way too high. Belinda, fetch slukewarm water-we need to sponge her down." Belinda nodded and hurried off.
Upstairs in the study, Ferdinand was on the phone.
"The wedding is not getting canceled." His tone was resolute, which only seemed to irritate the man on the other end.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Mr. Ellsworth, I've worked for you for years. You know I've never questioned any of your decisions, but this-this is too risky. Ms. Kensington was Stewart's wife. She had children with him."
"Stewart is dead," Ferdinand cut in, his voice ironclad. "I watched him die in that car crash myself. As for m whatever marriage he and Briony had, that's over. And those two kids once Bryn and I have a child of our own, once she has a new family, she'll eventually stop dwelling on her children back home." 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 tamake 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 m 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.
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