Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

Chapter 641

Brad's body convulsed uncontrollably, his right hand injured and immobile. He could only press his left hand firmly against his abdomen to ease the pain. However, in the face of life and death, humans were far too weak. No matter how hard he pressed on his abdomen, the pain refused to subside.

The intense pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat, forcing him to curl up. His handsome face was as pale as a sheet. His breathing was ragged, like a broken bellows gasping for air.

He could hear Jean's voice, hear every word Evelyn hurled at Nadine, and all he wanted was to kick them out of the room. But when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

Evelyn noticed that and hurriedly pressed him back onto the bed. "What on earth are you doing, Brad? You're sick, so you need to lie down and rest! Didn't you say you wanted some chicken soup? I made some for you, so just lay there and wait for me to bring it to you!

"What's wrong with you? Stop moving around! Hold still!" Ignoring the burning rage in Brad's eyes, she pressed him down hard, making sure the pained Brad stayed down, intending to give Jean a chance to confront Nadine.

Gigi had texted Evelyn and told her that Brad had taken Jean to the old Hamilton manor and locked her up, pleading for her to help rescue Jean.

all, she never liked Nadine, not even for a second. If Jean didn't end up with Brad, she would never forgive herself. Hence, she made a trip to the manor, brought the Hamilton family's bodyguards with

she heard that Brad was injured, she couldn't sit still any longer.

of him, Jean made up her mind. She was going to put Nadine in her place and show

wincing as a sharp pain shot through her ribs. She gasped for air, unable to recover for a long while. She stood bent over, clutching the sore spot

over from the side of the bed and raising her hand to slap Nadine. "How could you do this? Don't you know I'm a patient? How could you steal

human? I can't believe you would run up to Brad and badmouth me, spread lies about me, and claim I was trying to kill you! When did I ever do

word, and with all her strength,

spot where she had been hit must have been bruised. If she wasn't in so much pain, she would've

of being

of foundation could cover that revolting face. But Nadine was too overwhelmed by the pain to even speak, let alone argue back. All she could do was listen to Jean's shrill