When she unveils identities

Chapter 546

Chapter 546 You Are at Ease, I Am Not at Ease

"What do you want?"

Antwan was in a good mood and looked at Shirley with bright eyes.

She agreed! She agreed! She agreed!

He roared in his heart, unable to hide his excitement.

This feeling is like winning a victory after an 18-year resistance war. The sense of accomplishment

cannot be described in words.

So, at this moment, Shirley could have asked for anything. Even if she wanted the stars in the sky, he

would have eagerly picked them for her!

"I can go with you, but only if I stay with Braden until he recovers and sees the light again."

Shirley said firmly.

She had planned this from the beginning and will not change due to any accidents.

Antwan’s eyes, which were initially as bright as torches, dimmed. He spoke in a low and cold voice:

"Well, how can you accompany him to heal? Will you use your blood to nourish him? Look at yourself.

You are so weak now. How much blood do you have left to continue his life?"

"You... how do you know?"

Shirley’s eyes showed a slight change, a little surprised. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

She remembered that she had never told him anything about the medicine.

"You've become like this. Both your wrists are bloody. Unless it's Braden, who is blind, anyone with

brains wouldn't have failed to notice."

As Antwan spoke, he took Shirley's arm, looked at the wound on her wrist with heartache and anger,

and said, "Shirley, are you sick? He doesn't even remember you anymore, yet you are trying hard to

heal him. What are you hoping for?"

"Just for peace of mind," Shirley lowered her eyes and said lightly.

If she and Braden are destined to be like water and fire, birds and fish, unable to be together, she must

ensure that the rest of his life is happy.

So, she must accompany him to recover, take care of his career, and find a woman who truly loves him

for him...

Only in this way can she leave him with peace of mind.

"You may feel at ease, but I am not.’

Antwan’s facial features tightened, and he said with a severe expression, "I cannot agree to your

request. I want you to leave with me immediately, and you cannot sacrifice anything for him."

"Then there is nothing to discuss. You may leave!"

Shirley got out of bed, determined to ask May Thompson about Braden’s condition.

Braden's body had just recovered, and the medication must not be stopped. She didn't know how long

she had been unconscious. She wondered if the previous prescription was enough.

Antwan stood before her, his emotions a little out of control. "What do you mean by 'there's nothing to

discuss.' Do you regret your decision? Will you not go with me?"

"I have made myself clear. I will not abandon him. If you insist on stopping me, I will have to kill you."

Shirley's eyes turned cold as she reiterated her stance.

"You...you mad!’

Antwan narrowed his eyebrows, feeling deeply frustrated.

No matter how detailed his plans were, he had no power against a stubborn person like Shirley.

"Fine, I will not stop you. If you insist on staying with him, then I will accompany you. The moment he

recovers, you must come with me immediately!"

Antwan gritted his teeth. This was the most significant concession he could make.

From being overconfident to retreating steadily, he wanted to slap himself in the face!

Shirley stared at the man whose cheeks were flushed with anger. After a few seconds of silence, she

nodded, "Deal!"

She did not understand Antwan’s determination, just as he did not understand hers, but they shared

one thing: they did not want to have any regrets.

May Thompson was still brewing medicine for Shirley in the pharmacy, her brows tightly furrowed like a

knot. "Sir, Madam, you must protect and keep Ms. Wilson safe. I blame myself for creating a

prescription that made her miserable this time!"

May Thompson held her round fan and gently fanned the fire, her heart full of regret. Although her

father's self-made prescription had miraculous effects, it was also potent and could cause adverse

reactions.

Ms. Wilson had been unconscious for three days, and the medicine for Braden had already been used

up.

As a result, Braden's condition deteriorated, and he could not even get out of bed.

Despite trying different methods, they couldn't identify the cause or find a solution.

They didn't dare to inform Ms. Wilson about this, as it would indeed cause a commotion.

"May Thompson!"

Shirley appeared quietly behind May Thompson, acting like a child, and made a face at her when she

turned around. "Wow, are you scared?!"

May Thompson, already worried, was startled by this sudden appearance. "Oh, Ms. Wilson, you almost

gave me a heart attack! Thank goodness you finally woke up. Gulp this medicine down."

May Thompson poured the freshly brewed medicine into a small palm sized bowl and carefully blew it

cool before handing it to Shirley.

However, Shirley was more concerned about Braden's condition, "How is Braden? Did the medicine

work? Is there enough medicine for him? If not, I can donate blood."

"How dare you! Are you when you are a faucet? Can there be a steady stream of bloodletting?"

Antwan followed closely behind, with a cold expression, pressing Shirley's arm down, urging her, "Drink

the medicine first. Mr. Stewart is doing fine, and you don't need to worry."

"Really?" Shirley asked with a half-believing expression, looking at May Thompson expectantly for

confirmation.

May Thompson was an honest person and did not lie like Antwan. She hesitated and said, "Well, he..."

Shirley immediately noticed something unusual and asked, "May Thompson, please tell me what's

wrong with Braden?"

Since waking up, she had felt that something was amiss, and everyone, including Antwan and the staff

at the nursing home, had been avoiding the topic of Braden.

"He...’

May Thompson looked at Antwan to ask for advice.

In her opinion, the only one who could persuade Ms. Wilson at the moment was this guy.

"He's just a blind man. What can he do? He just eats and drinks and is waited on by others. It would

help if you worried yourself first. Hurry up and take your medicine."

Antwan said with a calm face. His mental resilience was beyond ordinary people.

"Something's not right. Where is he? I'm going to look for him!"

Seeing that Shirley was not taking her medicine and was about to look for Braden, May Thompson

couldn't help but tell the truth.

"He's in bed in the west wing, recuperating. His condition hasn't been great during the few days that

you were unconscious, and we didn't want to worry you," May Thompson finally revealed.

"But I thought he was recovering well. What happened?" Shirley didn't want to overthink and decided to

see Braden herself. She got up to leave.

Antwan held his forehead and glanced at May Thompson in displeasure, "It's all for you to hide from

her!"

Then, he also chased after him!