Chapter 3

I leaned against the headboard, weakly nodding, "Just leave it there, I'll drink it later. I'm feeling dizzy right now."

At this point, I definitely wasn't going to continue taking the medicine. I could only wait until Shirley left to pour it out.

But just then, the door to the room was pushed open by Brandon. He looked sharp and fresh in his suit.

"Caroline, have you taken your medicine?"

I almost forgot, every morning before Brandon goes to work, he comes to my room to talk to me.

Before I could speak, Shirley answered quickly, "Not yet, Mrs. Jordan said she's feeling dizzy."

As soon as she said that, I clearly saw the two of them exchange a subtle glance, as if they were sharing some information.

They definitely have a conspiracy!

Brandon gave me a reproachful look, "Caroline, you must take your medicine on time, otherwise, when will you get better? Hmm?"

His voice was gentle, showing great patience towards me.

"I'll feed you."

With that, he picked up the bowl of medicine, scooped a spoonful, and brought it to my lips.

I gently pushed his hand away, pretending to be embarrassed, "Shirley is still here, what are you doing?"

"Brandon, you should go to work first, I'll drink it myself later."

Brandon let out a light laugh, "Shirley is family, don't worry about her seeing."

"Besides, Caroline, if you don't take your medicine, how can I focus on work today? Drink it quickly, don't make me worry."

My hand under the blanket clenched tightly.

I never thought Brandon was so insistent on me taking my medicine.

But now that I think about it, every morning before he goes to work, he watches me take my medicine.

The reason behind this is terrifying to think about.

I forced a smile, thinking about how to avoid taking the medicine today.

Just then, Brandon's phone rang. I quickly took the bowl of medicine, "Brandon, you should answer the call, I'll drink it myself."

Seeing this, he smiled and nodded, walking over to the window.

While he was on the phone, I said to Shirley, "Go get me a piece of sugar, my mouth is bitter after taking the medicine."

Shirley showed a strange expression, "Mrs. Jordan, you never used to..."

"Can't I want to eat it now? Do I need to say it a second time?"

I couldn't help but frown and speak forcefully.

Only then did Shirley leave the room to get me the sugar.

Taking advantage of this moment, I poured the entire bowl of medicine under the bed.

Just then, Brandon finished his call and turned around.

My heart was racing, afraid he would notice something.

Fortunately, Brandon didn't notice anything. He sat by the bed, gently stroking my cheek with the back of his hand.

"That was a call from the company. Caroline, get better soon, so I don't have to manage the company for you."

His hand was warm on my cheek.

But I couldn't stop trembling.

Is this the hand of a lover, or a murderer?

He leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

At the same time, Shirley returned with the sugar, her face darkening with jealousy at the sight.

I put the sugar Shirley brought into my mouth and lay down as usual.

After Brandon tucked me in, he left the room.

Usually, I would have fallen asleep by now, so they would definitely let their guard down.

So I quickly got up and walked to the window, staring at the spot below.

But I saw nothing unusual. Brandon took the coat and briefcase from Shirley and got into the car as usual.

Maybe I was wrong?

Could it be that Brandon doesn't know about Shirley's plan and has been deceived by her too?

But ever since Shirley came to our house, I treated her like family. Why would she do this to me?

Thinking of the chilling look she gave me earlier, a sudden realization hit me.

Could it be that Shirley has fallen for Brandon and is using these means against me?

The more I thought about it, the more terrifying it seemed. I wanted to tell Brandon about this immediately.

But since I got sick, I hardly used my phone and spent all day sleeping in this room.

If I went out to find Brandon rashly, Shirley would find out.

I could only lie in bed, staring at the dark ceiling, enduring it.

But I hadn't slept well last night, and soon I couldn't resist the heavy sleepiness and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was already evening, and a sliver of sunset light was pouring in through the heavy curtains.

Just then, the door opened, and I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

At this time, it was usually Shirley coming to give me my medicine.

But she always woke me up, and I never knew what she did while I was asleep.

I felt someone slowly approaching me, as if I was being stared at by a pair of venomous eyes.

The next second, Shirley spoke, "Why aren't you dead yet? If you die, Brandon will be mine."

"Why do you have everything since you were born, being excellent in every way? Why do all the good things fall to you? Why is Brandon yours?"

"Go die, just die!"

Shirley's voice was like a demon's, making me shiver.

I gritted my teeth, enduring it. Just then, I felt a sharp pain on my face.

I realized she had pricked me with something. Afraid she would do more, I pretended to wake up.

"Ugh, Shirley, what time is it?"

"It's four in the afternoon, Mrs. Jordan."

I opened my eyes, and Shirley's face was as calm as ever, as if the crazy woman just now wasn't her.

She handed me the bowl of medicine, "Mrs. Jordan, it's time to take your medicine."

I was about to use the excuse from the morning, but she handed me the sugar with her other hand, "Mrs. Jordan, the sugar is ready."

I knew she wouldn't leave until she saw me finish the medicine today. I could only force myself to drink it and pretend to lie down quietly.

"You can go now, I want to sleep a bit more."

After Shirley left, I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom, forcing myself to vomit out all the medicine.

Just then, I heard the sound of a car horn.

I quickly walked to the window, and sure enough, Brandon was back.

I was about to tell him everything that happened today when I saw Brandon get out of the car and pinch Shirley's butt.

Shirley immediately blushed and hid in Brandon's arms.

I was struck by lightning, unable to believe what I was seeing.

It was really him, the Brandon who had been with me for eight years, treating me like a treasure, wanted to harm me.

From the moment I discovered the medicine was problematic, I never wanted or dared to suspect Brandon.

Because I couldn't believe our years of affection were fake.

But now, the scene downstairs hit me hard.

It turns out deep affection can be acted out.

My face turned as white as a sheet, and I pulled the curtains tightly to keep myself from collapsing.

I only came to my senses when I heard footsteps coming upstairs, struggling to get back to bed.

I heard the footsteps stop at my door.

Brandon asked, "Did she take her medicine today?"

Shirley laughed lightly, "Of course she did. That stupid woman Caroline thought it was life-saving medicine and drank it all in one go."