Regretting the Wife He Threw Away novel Chapter 473

Briony answered the phone when Ferdinand called.

They arranged to meet at a café downstairs from her studio.

Ever since Briony learned about Ferdinand’s connection to Stewart, she’d grown noticeably more distant with him.

And Ferdinand, of course, had picked up on it.

They chose a table by the window.

Outside, traffic streamed past in a constant blur; inside, soft music drifted through the air.

A server brought their drinks.

Briony had ordered a black coffee—no milk, no sugar—the textbook choice for a much-needed pick-me-up.

Ferdinand, ever the health-conscious doctor, opted for a glass of lemon water.

He couldn’t hide his mild surprise when he saw her with the coffee.

He cleared his throat, his voice gentle. “Coffee isn’t exactly good for you, you know. You might want to cut back a little.”

“I’m aware.” Briony met his gaze, her expression calm and reserved. “Mr. Ellsworth, if you have something to say, please get to the point.”

Ferdinand looked at her, his heart heavy.

“I might be able to go easy on Mario, but my father… I can’t promise anything about him.” Ferdinand went on, “Truth is, I never wanted to fight for the inheritance. Bryn, it’s because of you. Because of Mario. That’s the only reason I’m willing to step into this mess.”

Briony narrowed her eyes at him. “What exactly are you saying?”

Ferdinand took a breath. “It goes back to the story of my parents and Fiona, the three of them, years ago.”

“My father left the Wentworths for my mother. They truly loved each other, and after they broke away, life was quiet—simple, but happy. Then, a few years ago, my mom was diagnosed with cancer. The doctors at home couldn’t help. I even checked her myself, and I knew—surgery and chemo wouldn’t work anymore. We’d found it far too late. But my father refused to accept it. He insisted on reaching out to medical teams overseas, no matter the cost. The bills were astronomical. My mom and I begged him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen. He stubbornly went to Stewart for help.

Stewart turned him away, wouldn’t give him a cent. Honestly, I can’t even blame Stewart. From his perspective, what did he do wrong? But when my mom found out my father was trying to get money from the Wentworths, she felt she was dragging him down. Late one night, when the house was silent, she climbed to the rooftop and jumped.

My father blames Stewart for everything.”