Please Give Me Another Chance, Mrs. Hamilton novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Jean addressed Nadine as “Ms. Scott instead of “Mrs. Hamilton.” In her eyes, only she was worthy of the title “Mrs. Hamilton.” No other woman was worthy of it. Especially not Nadine.

She had married into the Hamilton family because of some favor she did for them in the past. Brad didn’t even like her. He liked Jean. What right did Nadine have to hold that position? She wasn’t worthy!

Truth be told, not even ten Nadines were worthy of Brad. Yet, she still tried to monopolize Brad. She obviously didn’t know her place.

Brad stood tall as his sharp gaze pierced through Nadine, radiating a terrifying killing intent. Nadine thought that if she was standing in front of Brad right then, he would strangle her to death.

In his heart, he had already made his judgment. His verdict was that Jean was right. So… Even if she explained herself now, would it make a difference? Hal

Jean clung tightly to Brad’s lean waist, afraid that he wouldn’t stand up for her. Her tears fell incessantly, soaking through his shirt

“Look, Brad. She’s not saying anything because she’s guilty! Only guilty people act this way. You do something about her.

“I only love you. I don’t mean to break up your family. Tell her not to see me as an enemy, okay?”

Her teary–eyed plea almost made Nadine vomit. But seeing the growing anger in Brad’s eyes, Nadine could no longer stay silent.

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Brad was supposed to be hers. If Nadine hadn’t come between them, Jean would’ve been Mrs. Hamilton, and Nadine would be the nobody.

“Nadine, what nonsense are you spouting? I’ve never wanted to ruin Brad’s family. I just love him. Is it wrong to love someone? How can you treat me like this?”

Jean cried even harder and buried her face in Brad’s chest, nearly drowning in her own tears.

Nadine could sense the warning and fury in Brad’s eyes, which only further ignited her rebellion. She refused to hold back on the vile couple anymore.

“Jean, do you really like my hand–me–downs that much? Do my used things smell particularly good to you? If that’s the case, next time I take a shit, I won’t wipe. I’ll just save it for you!”