You're The Best Medicine For Me
Chapter 22: Shirley Revealing to Bryan about the Pain and Anguish in Her Heart
Shirley lurched a little and her hands were glued to the steering wheel. She turned around and glared at Bryan.
She was studying the slightest of changes in his expression and she discovered that when he asked that question, his face looked natural, like an onlooker simply curious about something.
Was he… not curious about Jacob’s identity?
“The father to my children…” Shirley averted her gaze, pretending to be calm, and then she stomped on the gas pedal and uttered the last few words with vengeance, “Is dead!”
When Bryan heard those words, his brows were knitted tightly.
For some reason, he felt a little restless.
When a woman labelled a man as good as dead, it usually meant that he was really dead or it meant he had been hurt too deeply by him despite loving him too much. It meant she hated him to the gut.
However, as he recalled from the child’s tone, it didn’t sound like that man was really dead.
He persisted in prying into the matter, “How did he die?”
Shirley sucked in a deep breath while her foot which was stepping on the gas pedal jerked a little. As she suppressed the urge to hurl this man outside the window, she said with utter contempt, “Sudden cardiac arrest!”
“Cardiac arrest?” Bryan stared at the woman’s face for a few seconds.
Shirley turned and met his eyes, and the smile on her face was extremely dazzling, “Right, he had a cardiac arrest. Are you satisfied with what you heard?”
The creases on the man’s forehead deepened.
This woman was toying with him.
“Do you hate him that much?” He couldn’t fathom why, but when he heard her speaking those words, he felt his mood taking a turn for the worse.
If she hated him that much, it meant she must have loved him equally hard too.
Otherwise, how could she hate someone so much that she even wanted to curse him to death?
to continue this topic with Bryan, “Mr. Moore, are you always this interested in
bad temper? Your children are
the car roared even louder. She howled with agitation, “What do you know? You know nothing. He has inflicted so much pain on me, yet what do you know? You are blaming me while you know
at a loss for words as the indignant, painful and depressing emotions swept over Shirley like
order to prevent them from spilling, she expanded her pupils and trained her gaze on a space in front, “If you stand in my shoes and can still think from his perspective knowing that the man almost doomed me and harmed the
of her sentence, Shirley
raised her hand to wipe off a streak of tears on her cheeks vehemently.
to cry. There was nothing to cry about since she had gone
the car
ever so slightly, as if some words were going to come out
Shirley’s agonized face and the
were him, he would be responsible
…
reaching a private hospital sponsored by the Moore family, a dozen medical personnel flocked
Bryan was immersed in a deep sleep, so he was
outside
was suddenly an ancient voice
grey hair and
her hair. A Buddhist bracelet surrounded her neck, and her right
be Madame Moore of
Thomas. You can call me Paisley.” This was the
to the smile on
out her long and slender legs well. There was a pair of white shoes on her feet; and there wasn’t any sign of
“You fit well what I have heard about you, a famous psychologist. You are indeed a
same mould, she gave an impression of someone who loved to spend excessively. Scarlett
highly of me.” Shirley bore a smile
interrupting her in the process, “I know where he has gone to tonight. This is not your responsibility. He would always cause such a ruckus once in some ten days. It will be
that he had gone to Spennor Residence so she stopped sending people to look for