Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Chapter 633

Brad was fast asleep because the anesthetic had not worn off yet. Even after being wheeled back into his hospital room, he didn't stir. Nadine sat at his bedside, gazing at the face of the man she once loved, lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.

Under the soft hospital lights, Brad lay quietly on the bed, like a finely carved sculpture. His face was pale from the lingering effects of the anesthesia, and his eyes were firmly closed. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling gently. Even through the hospital gown, she could see his taut muscles.

His hand rested limply on the white sheets, his fingers slightly curled. His injured right arm lay outside the covers, wrapped in thick gauze. Although the wound wasn't visible, the bloodstains on the gauze indicated that he had sustained a serious injury.

His brows were knitted, likely from the pain, and though his face was handsome as ever, his expression was hardened. Upon closer inspection, one could see a few beads of sweat on his forehead.

Nadine noticed the sweat forming on his forehead and picked up a towel, gently wiping them away. Brad had been injured because of her. No matter what, she couldn't be indifferent toward him at that moment. Even if he were a stranger, she would have done the same.

However, her actions earned her Evelyn's ridicule. "Oh, now you remember he's your husband? Weren't you the one crying for a divorce? Why didn't you go through with it?"

enamored with Brad than anyone else, yet she insisted on pursuing a divorce and playing

Evelyn the perfect chance to act arrogantly. In the past, Nadine would have simply

look at Evelyn. "Evelyn, if I were you, I'd keep my mouth shut and allow Brad the rest when he needs

"I'm a newlywed husband, and I have a question. Why do mothers-in-law

she doesn't really love you. If she did, she wouldn't put

reflection of how she truly

Evelyn's gaze shifted nervously, and she huffed before awkwardly

decided not

but deep down, she was boiling with anger. "This little imp is getting more articulate. I can't even get the upper hand with fer anymore,"

way to humiliate Nadine, the man on the hospital bed opened his eyes. Brad reached out shakily with his uninjured left hand, attempting to grasp Nadine's hand. After several failed attempts, he resorted to using his injured right

his freshly stitched wound, Nadine quickly slipped her

his uninjured one. "Stay still. Your