NovelFinishChapter 622 It was a long moment before Ferdinand finally spoke. "Gifford, if it hadn't been for Bryn, I would have died that night nine years ago. The n'Ferdinand'-my mother gave it to me. But when I left hand went to Myanmar alone, I abandoned that name. It was because of Bryn that I took it up again." Gifford was clearly moved. "Mr. Ellsworth, I know what you want. But Ms. Kensington doesn't love you. This wedding is something you forced. I'm afraid she'll resent you-and she might do something that hurts you." Ferdinand's lips curled into a faint, almost bitter smile. "If that happens, so be it." "Why put yourself through this?" "Gifford, I've made myself clear. Bryn is my wife. No matter how wary you are of her, just remember-she is Mrs. Ellsworth. I don't care what you think of her in private, but in public I expect you to show her the respect and courtesy she deserves." "Yes, sir. I understand." "One more thing. There are two rare herbs I need you to find in Southeast Asia. I've sent you the details." "Yes, sir." After hanging up, Ferdinand stared out the window for a long time, motionless.
Mary grew increasingly anxious as Briony's fever refused to break.
"Stay with her. I'm going to find Ferdinand," she said to the maid.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs she stepped out of the guest room, she saw Ferdinand emerging from his study, an acupuncture kit in his hand.
"Why did Briony suddenly spike a fever?" Mary asked, worry etched across her face.
Ferdinand didn't answer. "Go back to your own room." "But I'm worried about her " He cut her off, fixing her with a cold stare. "Are you afraid my medical skills will kill her?" Mary faltered, biting her lip. She knew better than to argue with him when he was in this mood. Head down, she turned and walked away, frustration and worry heavy in her chest.
Ferdinand entered Briony's room.
Belinda, the housekeeper, immediately stepped aside and bowed her head. "Mr. Ellsworth." "Leave us." "Yes, sir." She picked up the bowl of warm water and quietly slipped out.
The door closed, sealing the two of them in silence.
Ferdinand sat on the edge of the bed and handed his kit. With he began the delicate work of lowering her fever. Che her fever.
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Less than twenty minutes later, sweat om Briony broke out in a sweat. Gradually, she began to stir, consciousness returning. At first, her vision was blurry, but within seconds, the room cinto focus.
"You're awake," Ferdinand said quietly, taking a few tissues to gently wipe the sweat from her brow. Briony frowned, searching his face. "What happened to me?" "You collapsed with a sudden fever. I treated you with acupuncture." She lifted her hand to her forehead, still warm to the touch. "Did I catch a cold?" "It's not a cold." Ferdinand met her eyes, his expression grave. "Bryn, you're sick." Briony froze, uncertainty flickering across her face. Ferdinand didn't look any more at ease.
She pressed him, voice barely above a whisper. "Even you can't eure it?" Ferdinand pressed his lips together, silent. Briony gave a small, wry smile. "So... it's that bad? An illness even you can't do anything about?"
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