Chapter 1802
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Evan looked at Jeremyâs back as Jeremy left in a hurry, and Evan felt puzzled. âFab, what did Jeremy inject her with earlier? Why does it seem more effective than a sedative? Would Eveline be able to recover with this single injection?â
Fabian glimpsed at Jeremyâs outline as Jeremy got further away, then frowned. âRecover? If itâs anything like that from last time, I donât think itâd be that easy to completely recover.â
âAnything like that from last time?â This piqued Evanâs curiosity again.
However, Fabian dared not continue. He no longer wished to mention the unpleasant thing Lana had done in the past.
Jeremy had previously rushed throughout the night without settling down. Currently, he rented a room in a hotel nearby.
When he was renting a room, the customer service lady, at the sight of the unconscious Madeline in Jeremyâs hands, had thought that Jeremy had ill intentions toward Madeline until Jeremy presented a photo of his and Madelineâs marriage certificate. The customer service lady then proceeded with the rental.
After carrying Madeline to the room, Jeremy kept staying by her side.
He still felt perturbed, unsure whether Madeline would recover once she woke up.
On a couple of previous occasions, Madeline had never passed out after the injection, but this time, she was out cold.
âLinnie, I hope youâll no longer hate me once you wake up.â
Jeremy held Madelineâs hand and gently kissed it. He looked at Madeline, his eyes heavy with unease and insecurity.
He was truly terrified of Madelineâs coldly gazing at him. Her gaze made Jeremy feel as if his presence were unimportant. Her gaze was as painful as a knife piercing his heart.
Jeremy had not expected the poison to be this terrifying.
It not only tormented oneâs body but their emotions and soul as well.
In Glendale.
Shirley sat in a wheelchair facing the dressing table.
In the mirror, she could see the left side of her face that was perfectly unharmed. After putting on make-
up, concealing the stunning image she used to have, all that remained was a sense of elegance.
Shirley smirked when she looked at her current self. She had never thought that she would have this day.
When she looked at the other half of her face, she had never expected that one day, she would meet with disfigurement.
âLet me help you wear the mask.â Cathy handed a mask to Shirley.
Shirley looked at the mask and her eyes lifted as she smiled mockingly.
â In the past, my face was just like a secret weapon that could help me benefit, but now, anyone would be disgusted at it. Theyâll see me as an ugly woman. â
As Shirley spoke in a self-deprecating tone, she looked at Cathy.
âYou too, right? You must think it a hassle to look after me every day? If itâs not for Adam, you wouldnât even be staying here.â
Upon listening to Shirleyâs self-condemning words, Cathy said calmly, âHave you forgotten that I was once disfigured in the past? I was also slashed in the face with a knife by someone. Besides, it wasnât just once, but twice, thrice, and even moreâ¦
âThat time, I too felt hopeless, but I slowly understood. Thereâs nothing more precious than being alive.
âDo you know what it means to be alive?â Cathy asked Shirley, then answered, âitâs not just life, itâs also an opportunity. As long as we live on, there will be hope, but I hope that you could reflect on yourself and stop making those harmful anti- toxoid test reagents.â
Shirley silently listened to Cathy, then glanced at Cathy in dissatisfaction. âAre you lecturing me?â
âI donâ t have the time to lecture you. I just donât understand why youâre always hostile to others.
Youâre right, if itâs not for Adam, I truly wouldnât even bother about you.â
Cathy cleaned up the dressing table and turned around after speaking.
Shirley, noticing Cathy leaving, immediately got anxious. âDonât go. Jordan, please, donât go!â
She quickly pushed her wheelchair, intending to pull onto Cathy, but Shirley failed to do so and, because she exerted too much force, fell to the ground.