Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 322

As for everything else, she could handle it herself.

Two days later, Ferdinand's uncle, Kendal Ellsworth, arrived.

Kendal had a refined look about him. Dressed in a stylish linen blazer and slacks, he looked every inch the distinguished gentleman—hard to believe he was already forty-five.

Gina had once whispered to Briony, marveling, "The Ellsworth genes are something else; I bet Ferdinand's uncle left quite a trail of broken hearts back in the day!"

Briony couldn't have agreed more.

But Kendal wasn't just handsome; his approachable, warm demeanor made all the difference. Maybe that's why Julia didn't show the slightest hint of resistance or discomfort around him.

After checking Julia's pulse with calm expertise, Kendal delivered his verdict. "It's nothing serious. With some care and rest, she should be fully lucid again in about six months."

Briony was surprised—frankly, it sounded a bit like something out of a fairy tale.

But this was Ferdinand's uncle, after all; questioning him felt inappropriate.

Sensing Briony's uncertainty, Ferdinand suggested they all accompany Julia to the countryside.

Briony happily agreed.

Kendal definitely knew how to live well. Though he kept a place in the country, it was only a two-hour drive from the old town.

Half the journey wound along mountain roads, making for a slow, scenic trip.

Though everyone called it "the countryside," it was really a cluster of cottages nestled halfway up a lush green mountain.

It was like stepping into a hidden paradise.

The air was crisp and clean, the scenery gorgeous—shimmering streams and rolling hills. There were only a handful of families in the village, most of them growing medicinal herbs for a living.

Kendal's home was a renovated farmhouse, an old stone manor updated for comfort and practicality. Its thick walls and sturdy beams made it perfect for storing herbs, but the living spaces were bright, spotless, and surprisingly cozy.

He shared the place with an elderly gentleman everyone called Mr. Ellsworth, a distant family relative.

With Gina there as well, the house never felt lonely.

Briony and Ferdinand stayed for two days, making sure Julia had settled in and was comfortable with her new surroundings before heading back to the old town together.

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The moment they drove into town, Briony's phone rang.

"I'm at the airport."

The woman's voice was crisp and a little haughty.

Briony smiled, "I'll come pick you up."

Ferdinand glanced over, "A friend's coming?"

Briony nodded. "Mm-hmm."

"Want me to come with you?"

"No need. Just take me home, I'll drive myself."

"Alright."

…

"So, you really want to hire me as a bodyguard?"

"That's right," Briony said. "I'll give you an annual salary."

Crystal frowned, "Look, I'm a stuntwoman because I want to be an action star in Hollywood, not because I'm chasing a paycheck. I have dreams, and dreams are priceless. I'm not going to—"

"One hundred and twenty thousand."

Crystal stared at her. "How much?! Say that again?"

"One hundred and twenty thousand," Briony repeated. "Plus full benefits and paid vacation."

"Stop talking," Crystal said, suddenly solemn. "If you keep going, I'm afraid I'll drop to my knees and call you 'boss' on the spot."

Briony could only shake her head.

…

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to Briony's house.

A long, gleaming Rolls-Royce was parked at the curb.

Briony glanced at it, instantly guessing Stewart had arrived.

It was, after all, exactly one week.

She looked away, a cool smile tugging at her lips.

Stewart, it seemed, was a man who kept his word.