Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Jean was all too familiar with the sound of Brad's footsteps. As soon as she heard him hurrying toward her ward, she winked at Lynn, urging her to stop talking.

Lynn looked in the direction Jean was pointing and immediately fell silent. Then, she took a few steps back and stood obediently beside the bed.

Her face was etched with concern as she urged Jean, who was sitting on the ground, "Ms. Sawyer, please, you need to get up! The floor is too cold, and it could aggravate your condition! What if you end up catching a cold?"

As soon as those words rolled off her tongue, Lynn winked at Jean, who immediately slipped into character.

With a resentful expression, Jean sat on the ground and coughed violently before yelling, "What's the point of living like this? I might as well be dead! I can't find a suitable kidney donor, and everyone's so mean to me! With the way Mr. Hamilton Senior is torturing me... what's left to live for?"

like a broken dam. Lynn pretended to help her up and said, "Come on, Ms. Sawyer. Don't cry. You'll

coat, and she began to wail, "You're

add to his worries. Help me to bed, and don't

voice rose in indignation. "Ms. Sawyer, look at how unwell you are! As your boyfriend, shouldn't Mr. Hamilton be here for you more often?

turned around, looked in the direction where Brad stood, and gasped dramatically. "What are you doing here, Brad? I thought you were too busy to visit-" Her words were cut short by

was seething with anger. He had a ton of questions for Jean, but when he saw her in such a fragile state, his heart ached, and he completely forgot about all

you're this ill? Can't you just stay

thinking of him the whole time, the anger that had consumed him moments ago began to dissipate,

first, and yet he'd doubted her over something insignificant. He felt