Chapter 641

Brad's body convulsed uncontrollably, his right hand injured and immobile. He could only press his left hand firmly against his abdomen to ease the pain. However, in the face of life and death, humans were far too weak. No matter how hard he pressed on his abdomen, the pain refused to subside. The intense pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat, forcing him to curl up. His handsome face was as pale as a sheet. His breathing was ragged, like a broken bellows gasping for air. He could hear Jean's voice, hear every word Evelyn hurled at Nadine, and all he wanted was to kick them out of the room. But when he opened his mouth, nothing came out. Evelyn noticed that and hurriedly pressed him back onto the bed. "What on earth are you doing, Brad? You're sick, so you need to lie down and rest! Didn't you say you wanted some chicken soup? I made some for you, so just lay there and wait for me to bring it to you! "What's wrong with you? Stop moving around! Hold still!" Ignoring the bur