Chapter 1775
Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
When she thought about the possibility of the wound on her face recovering one day, Shirley asked impatiently, âWhat is it? What do you want in exchange?â
Adamâs eyes lit up. âThe anti-toxoid test reagent for AXT6g.â
As he spoke, an evident change came over Shirleyâs expression.
The glow and expectation in her eyes disappeared a s well.
âThere isnât any, â Shirley answered simply.
âThere isnât any? Youâre the one who developed the poison, so how is it possible that you donât have a way to cure the poison?â Adam found this suspicious. âIf you truly want your face to recover, youâd best hand me the anti-toxoid test reagent now.â
Shirley put on a bitter and miserable smile on her face. âIf I donât have the anti-toxoid test reagent, you wonât perform the surgery on me, is that right?â
âYes.â
âHeh.â Shirley smirked sarcastically, leaning against the bed. âI guess Iâll be ugly for the rest of my life then.â
âEven if you were to recover, youâll still be ugly because your heart is black.â
âYes, my heart is black, â Shirley said in self- deprecation. âI want to head downstairs to sunbathe now.
My good brother, carry me downstairs.â
Shirley requested knowing that Adam would not reject her request.
Adam indeed did not reject her. He stepped forward and carried her.
Shirley leaned against Adam and quietly lifted her eyes to look at Adamâs face. For some reason, the corners of her eyes felt warm.
âDo you still remember that time? You had twisted your ankle and cried because you had no way of getting upstairs. I was the one who carried you upstairs.
âNow, itâs your turn to carry your crippled sister downstairs.
âAdam, do you think every dog has its day?â
Shirleyâs self-deprecating words continued to drift into Adamâs ears.
Adam did not respond to her. When they were downstairs, he placed Shirley into a wheelchair.
When Cathy, who was making breakfast, saw Shirley downstairs, she decided to go over to help.
âCathy, you can go about your business. Iâll just push her into the courtyard to sunbathe.â Adam spoke quickly as he pushed the wheelchair out to the courtyard.
Cathy did not follow them, thinking of letting the siblings have some time alone. It would be good for them to have a heart-to-heart talk.
Their history together had burdened them with emotional baggage. If they could unpack all of that one day, their relationship could return to the way it had been before.
In the courtyard.
Shirley was sitting in the automatic wheelchair as she moved around slowly.
It was a warm spring where the flowers bloomed, yet she felt no warmth.
However, the structure of the courtyard was still the same as it had been back then.
She suddenly looked melancholically at the wall corner by the flower bed. A moment later, she burst out laughing as if she had remembered something. However, she did not speak. Instead, she continued to stroll around the garden in the wheelchair before stopping.
âHow did they die?â Shirley suddenly asked.
Adam knew Shirley was referring to their parents, but he did not like her attitude.
âWhoâs âtheyâ?â ââ¦â Shirley briefly paused. âYou know who.â