The drone had captured the moment when Brad shielded Nadine from the knife, and once the footage was posted online, it sparked a wave of prayers.
All the women who admired Brad came together, forming a crowd outside Harborview Hospital. Braving the cold winds, they clasped their hands and gazed at the emergency room, sending their prayers for him.
Nadine stood just outside the emergency room, staring at the glowing red light above the door, unable to calm her racing heart. She hadn't witnessed the moment Brad took the knife for her; it was Avery who had filled her in later.
When she first heard the news, she felt a surge of worry, immediately followed by heartache. Why did Brad have to be so reckless? She'd made it clear that they could no longer be in each other's lives and that the sooner they divorced, the better.
Yet, he still threw himself into danger for her. Why had he done that?
Standing outside the emergency room, Nadine found it impossible to remain calm. She was pacing back and forth, her nerves on edge like a cat on a hot tin roof. Every time a nurse came out, she rushed over, grabbing their arm and asking, "How is he?"
The nurses' responses were always similar. "He's still in surgery. His vital signs are stable, but the nerves in his hand might be irreparable."
Upon hearing that Brad's hand might never fully recover, she sank onto the bench in the corridor, burying her face in her hands. How could she ever repay such a monumental favor?
If this disaster hadn't occurred, she could have divorced Brad without a second thought. But now, she couldn't even bring herself to mention it.
As soon as her words fell, Adam slammed his walking stick hard against the floor and reprimanded her, "What the hell are you talking about? What's wrong with Nad? If that's how you see it, does that mean your older sister's death after she had Brad was his fault?
"Brad needs all of us more than ever right now, and you, as his mother, should be praying for him—not spouting this kind of nonsense! If you can't say anything positive, just keep your mouth shut!"
Daniel glared at his wife as well. "Stop making a scene, Evelyn! Brad's injured. Nadine is having a hard time too. So what are you babbling about? Just shut up already!" His eyes were menacing, exuding authority without needing to raise his voice.
Evelyn parted her lips to voice her thoughts again, but the harsh look her husband gave her made her swallow her words. Nevertheless, she looked at Nadine with deep-seated hatred. It was as if she was looking at her sworn enemy.
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