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?"

to help her up and said, "Come on, Ms. Sawyer. Don't cry. You'll catch a cold sitting on the cold floor. Mr. Hamilton will be beside

rose from the ground. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Brad's coat, and she began to wail, "You're right, I shouldn't worry him anymore. My illness is already a heavy weight on

add to his worries. Help me to bed, and don't breathe a word about what

Hamilton be here for you more often? It's one thing for him to not be with you, but to allow his family to pick

"What are you doing here, Brad? I thought you were too busy to visit-" Her words were cut short by

he

over and helped her back into bed. "Why aren't you listening to your caretaker when you're this ill? Can't you just stay put? Look at you, you're so pale... Do you have a death wish?" he chided

Jean had been thinking of him the whole time, the anger that had consumed him moments ago

had always put him first, and yet he'd doubted her over something insignificant.