NovelFinishChapter 581 Jean despised Nadine so much that she wished every imaginable curse upon her. Little did she know that Brad was standing beyond her hospital room door at that moment. All the insults she hurled at Nadine landed squarely in his ears.
Brad, who was usually calm and collected, finally snapped. He kicked the door open and marched straight toward the bed where Jean lay.
Jean hadn't even had a chance to wipe the twisted expression off her face when she suddenly locked eyes with Brad, who had abruptly barged in. Startled, she bolted upright in bed, her face as pale as a sheet.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs soon as she looked at him-radiating hostility-she lost all her composure. Her eyes were wide, filled with nothing but panic.
Fear gripped her when she met Brad's blazing gaze. She scrambled out of the hospital bed and stood barefoot on the cold, hard tiles.
She looked up at him in sheer terror, her lips quivering as she struggled to find her voice. She hadn't expected him to burst in like that. She was so scared that she seemed to forget how to breathe.
Brad stood in front of the bed, leaning slightly forward. He looked down at Jean, who was shaking uncontrollably with anxiety. His gaze was as frigid as ice. There was no trace of sympathy or warmth in those eyes.
His face was dark with anger, his expression grim. Rage simmered beneath the surface, evident from the taut muscles on his forearms and the veins bulging across his clenched fists. It was obvious he was struggling to keep his temper in check.
His chest heaved as waves of anger crashed over him like tides. The air around him seemed to freeze, and the low pressure in the hospital room made it hard to breathe.
There was a scowl on his face that intimidated anyone who looked at him. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut.
The air was filled with the sound of the man's heavy breathing, each inhale and exhale resonating with the taut muscles in his chest and his pent-up emotions. His overpowering presence evoked both awe and fear in those around him.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCompared to him, Jean looked like a scrawny little chicken, trembling all over. "Brad, I can explain. I-It's not what you think! I wasn't cursing anyone. I was just Before she could finish her sentence, Brad cut her off. "Are you still trying to deceive me? Cut the crap and stop playing the victim, Jean Sawyer!" Jean's actions had repeatedly changed his perception of her. What started as disappointment turned into disgust. How could anyone not be angry about what she did? He was aware that she had arranged for someone to run Nadine and Sean over, and he was still gathering evidence. Once he had everything he needed, he would turn Jean Over to the police to let them handle it.
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Brad had hoped his warnings would make her rethink her choices. But now, he realized that he could never wake someone who insisted on roaming the dark. With the amount of hatred Jean harbored toward Nadine, there was no way she'd back off.
He stared at the trembling Jean with a cold, hard look in his eyes. His tone was harsh as he said, Dhad no idea you were this vicious! Even if Nadine was at fault, she doesn't deserve to die!
"Why did you send someone to run her over? And Sean-he's just a child. How could you go after him as well? Do you even have a conscience?"
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