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.

After 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,

Brad was injured, she couldn't sit still any longer. No matter what, she had to

was here taking care of him, Jean made up her mind. She was going

the bedside table, 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

side of the bed and raising her hand to slap Nadine. "How could you do this? Don't

about me, and claim I was trying to kill you! When did I ever do that? Do you have any evidence? Slander can get you

with each word, and with all

in a lot of pain. She didn't even need to look to know that the spot where she had been hit must have been bruised. If she wasn't in so much pain, she would've given Jean

of being

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