Please Give Me Another Chance Mrs Hamilton

"Jean is currently staying in our hospital. If I wanted her dead, I could just give her a random injection, and she'd be gone. If you don't believe me, try me."

As Nadine spoke, her eyes were filled with ruthless intensity. She was a protective mother if nothing else.

Nadine was so agitated that her fists were clenched tightly. The veins on the back of her hand were bulging. She was like a venomous snake ready to strike at any moment.

Brad was taken aback by her words.

Looking at Nadine, who was now in full battle mode, Brad suddenly realized he didn't know her at all. She was normally obedient and had no temper, always yielding to his whims.noveldrama

But now, she was like a warrior full of strength, ready to fight him to death at any given moment.

He stood there in a daze, staring at Nadine, unsure of what to say.

After a long moment of silence, Brad finally rasped, "If you dare do that, I'll make sure the entire Scott family goes down with you. I never expected someone who usually seems so gentle and weak to be so vicious."

Hearing his assessment of her, Nadine suddenly burst into laughter. She soon said, "Don't try to guilt-trip me with morality. I don't have any."

She continued, "Words like vicious and cruel? You can use those on me all you want. I won't feel an ounce of guilt. In fact, I'll take it as a compliment. You should know that in this day and age, a woman who isn't ruthless won't hold her ground.

"Since you believe the photos were fabricated by me, we have nothing more to discuss, Mr. Hamilton. Do whatever you want, but stay away from me. Goodbye. I'm done being servile toward you."

As soon as Nadine finished speaking, she dashed away from under Brad's nose, running as fast as she could. In the blink of an eye, she was out of sight.

As she sped off, Brad stood still, staring at the place where she had disappeared. His mind was fixated on one question-who took those photos?

In truth, he already had a vague answer in his heart. He just didn't want to confront or believe it.

After all, the past had been so beautiful. He couldn't believe that person had changed into someone he no longer recognized.

Lowering his head, Brad scrolled through the photos on his phone again, scrutinizing each one carefully. His brows furrowed deeper, and the knuckles gripping his phone turned white.

A shocking thought exploded in his mind at that moment. Could it be...

Brad stood there hesitating, unable to take a step forward. After a while, he took a deep breath in and

exhaled He then suppressed then et

surge of anger in his chest and strode toward a certain hospital room.

Jean had been having a terrible time lately-the worst time, actually.

Adam had been tormenting her in every way imaginable, leaving her unable to

live peacefully. In just one week, she had lost a significant amount of weight and looked utterly haggard.

Jean's phone had been confiscated

by the Hamiltons' bodyguard, leaving her unable to contact

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anyone. In the end, she had to

call Brad, the man she had been longing for.

Knowing that Brad was coming to see Jean, Lynn advised her to put on some light

makeup. That way, she wouldn't look too unappealing.

But Jean didn't take Lynn's advice.

Her current frail and disheveled appearance had a kind of broken

beauty-the kind that tugged at men's hearts. Brad was especially susceptible to this.

As Jean anxiously awaited Brad's arrival, she finally heard the familiar sound of

his footsteps.