NovelEnglishChapter 632 Ferdinand knew it was Gifford who had told everyone that Briony was Stewart's ex-wife.
He looked at Gifford and smiled, a cold glint in his eyes.
The next moment, Gifford let out a muffled grunt and dropped to one knee, blood gushing from his thigh. The bullet was lodged in the bone, and Ferdinand didn't hesitate to dig it out himself with his combat knife.
He pressed the bloodied bullet into Gifford's trembling hand, his own palm slick with blood. Then he patted Gifford's pale, sweat-soaked face as if he were soothing a child.
"I told you before, I don't like anyone tellinghow to handle my business." Gifford kept his head down, teeth clenched against the pain. "Mr. Ellsworth, I was wrong." No one else dared so much as breathe.
In the end, the wedding would proceed just as Ferdinand wished-grand, extravagant, impossible to ignore.
Everyone thought he'd lost his mind, but no one dared oppose him. They could only follow along, caught in the wake of his madness.
At the reception afterward, Ferdinand raised his glass and drank with each of the heads of the family, one by one.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtEvery last one of them met his toast, offering hollow congratulations.
There were plenty of people present, but Ferdinand didn't let a single one off the hook. By the end of the round, he'd downed more than his fair share.
Now, thoroughly drunk, he cast aside any restraint. All he wanted in that moment was to hold Briony close, to feel her warmth, to be near her.
Briony loathed him, of course, and recoiled at his touch.
"Ferdinand, you just got back from god knows where. Who knows what germs you're carrying? Are you trying to make sure I drop dead before the wedding?" Ferdinand hesitated, caught off guard.
Briony seized the moment to push him away. She yanked the covers higher, wrapping herself up tightly, her eyes burning with anger. "You're drunk. Go sleep it off somewhere else. Or do you want something to happen tobefore your big day?" Ferdinand stared at her, his eyes red from the alcohol, but a hint of amusement flickered in them.
"Bryn, you're looking forward to the wedding too, aren't you?" You must be, he thought, or you wouldn't be this worried about something happening to you before it happens. "Yes, I'm looking forward to it," Briony said, holding his gaze, her expression unwavering.
Ferdinand smiled and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.
It was over in an instant-so quick that Briony didn't even have tto flinch.
He straightened and said, "Get srest." Briony replied coolly and watched as he left the room.
The door closed behind him, and quiet returned.
Briony shut her eyes, exhaling slowly in relief.
Thank God I'm sick, she thought. If I were healthy, I might not have survived another round with that devil.
The following week, Ferdinand was busier than ever.
A few more maids had arrived to help with the wedding preparations-all Filipino, all struggling with English.
Briony found it nearly impossible to communicate with them.
It was obvious Ferdinand still didn't trust her.
Not that Briony cared.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe spent most of her days in her room.
She was hooked up to an IV every day; though the line was left in, weeks of constant infusions had left both her hands bruised and swollen.
Ferdinand's herbal concoctions never stopped either. Briony had beca walking pharmacy.
The day before the wedding, her nosebleeds started up again, and her fever spiked.
Her leukemia was progressing rapidly, dangerously so. The foreign doctors working with her had el.no repeatedly urged Ferdinand to take Briony to the hospital for proper treatment.
In cases like hers, chemotherapy would have been standard to control the cancer.
But Ferdinand refused, flatly.
The side effects of chemo were brutal, and Briony's body was too frail to withstand them.
Besides, he'd already arranged for them to travel to a research dinid in e Switzerland after the wedding.
Late at night, Briony lay on the huge bed in a feverish ve daze barelyom conscious. Somewhere at her bedside, voices drifted throu vel nee haze- her "Mr. Ellsworth, leukemia at this stage. is unpredictable and dangerous. The
best course is a bone marrow transplant. Most of the drugs from the clinic lack proper clinical trials or vel reliable data. Giving them to Ms.
Kensington is as good as using her as a guinea pig. I really can't recommend it."
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