Chapter 19

Shirley looked at me and quickly pointed at me, saying, "Mr. Brandon Jordan, Mrs. Jordan is back, and she brought Mr. Brett Jordan!"

Brandon then turned to look at me, his tone sinister, "Where have you been?"

I showed no expression and gently placed Brett on the sofa, "What do you mean by that? Do I have to report to you wherever I go? Or have you already put me under house arrest, not allowing me to leave the house?"

Brandon was taken aback, seemingly realizing his bad mood, and quickly said, "I'm just worried about you. You know your illness hasn't healed yet. If you go out recklessly, it might get worse, and you took Brett with you, which makes me even more worried."

Shirley also complained indignantly, "That's right, Mrs. Jordan, you should have told me where you were going. Otherwise, if Mr. Jordan blames me, what should I say?"

I sneered and took out the test report, handing it to Brandon.

"Didn't you ask where I went? I went to the hospital."

There was a moment of obvious tension in Brandon's eyes, "What did you go to the hospital for?"

But when he saw Brett's name on the test report, he immediately relaxed.

"You took Brett to the hospital? What did the test show?"

He couldn't understand the professional report, but Shirley immediately understood and quickly stepped forward to grab the test report.

"Mr. Jordan, let me see it. After all, I've been taking care of Brett, and I'm also anxious."

But I was prepared and pulled the test report away first, "Today, the doctor found sleeping pills in Brett's body."

As soon as I said this, the room fell silent.

"Sleeping pills?"

After a long while, Brandon asked in disbelief, "How could Brett take sleeping pills?"

He glanced at Shirley, who was now pale with fear and quickly shook her head.

I smirked, "Then ask Shirley. Didn't she say she's been taking care of Brett?"

"If I hadn't noticed Brett sleeping all the time this morning, the amount of sleeping pills would have already affected his brain."

Although Brandon was unfaithful to me, he was still good to his children, especially since Brett was his first child.

He turned angrily to Shirley, "Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

Shirley trembled and knelt on the ground, shaking her head repeatedly.

"Mr. Jordan, I really don't know. Maybe Mrs. Jordan heard wrong. Maybe it's not sleeping pills?"

I glared at Shirley, "What, do you think I'm deaf?"

"After I noticed something was wrong with Brett, I wanted to call you to go to the hospital with me. What were you doing? You were sleeping!"

"I had no choice but to take Brett myself."

After hearing what I said, Brandon stepped forward and slapped Shirley hard on the face.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

Shirley looked frantically at the medicine box under the coffee table, "Maybe the medicine box was too low, and Brett didn't notice and secretly took a few. It really wasn't me who gave him the medicine, really."

But her defense was almost pale, and any normal person could see the problem.

Brandon was nearly furious, "Get back to your room, and you won't get paid for the next six months!"

Shirley didn't dare to say anything and quickly shrank back to her room.

I looked coldly at Brandon. Wasn't he doing this to calm my anger? Otherwise, wouldn't it be the best solution to fire Shirley directly?

"Do you believe Shirley's claim that Brett took the sleeping pills himself?"

Brandon's eyes dodged, "It's very possible. Shirley is taking care of three children alone, so there must be some oversight. Besides, Brett is fine, right?"

"I've already punished her. When you can forgive someone, try to forgive them."

I never expected to hear such words from Brandon's mouth. Doesn't he find it ironic?

Did he think of this when he and Shirley drugged me, almost causing my death?

"Why don't you just fire her?"

Seeing that I was really angry, Brandon quickly came forward and put his arm around my shoulder, "It's because the boy-girl twins are still young, and she's been taking care of them. The kids are used to her. If we change someone, they'll have to adapt for a long time. Besides, she didn't do it on purpose today."

"Why does it have to be her? Can't I do it myself?"

Brandon shook his head, his voice gentle, "Caroline, you're not in good health. I'm worried you won't be able to handle it. Anyway, when the kids grow up, I'll get rid of Shirley, okay?"

He helped me sit on the sofa. His voice was gentle and pleasant, but I felt like a venomous snake was coiled in front of me, making me nauseous.

The funny thing is, I just thought Brandon, at least, didn't wrong the kids, but now he's covering for Shirley, who almost killed Brett.

He's not only unfit to be my husband but also unfit to be Brett's father.

I didn't say anything, and Brandon continued.

"Caroline, you must tell me when you go out in the future. You're not in good health now, and I'm really worried when you're out for so long."

Looking at his hypocritical appearance, I really wanted to know what he was like under the mask.

"Alright, when I took Brett to the hospital today, I scheduled a full-body checkup for three days later. You can accompany me then."

Brandon's face stiffened, "Why did you schedule a full-body checkup?"

"Of course, to see how my body is doing now. You never tell me, so can't I check it myself?"

Brandon's smile seemed forced, "I didn't want you to worry. Alright, if you want to go, I'll accompany you. Which hospital?"

I'd be a fool to tell him. Of course, I wouldn't let him do anything.

"You'll know then. I'm tired from taking care of Brett all day and want to rest now."

"Shirley's matter won't happen again. If it happens a second time, I won't keep her."

Brandon nodded, but his face turned gloomy the moment I turned around.

I returned to my room, still unable to calm down.

But because I was really tired today, I quickly fell asleep at night.

Until midnight, I was awakened by a woman's cry of pain.

I was startled, opened the door, and listened to the sound, confirming it was coming from Shirley.

The sound was coming from her room. I went downstairs and walked to her room.

The door wasn't closed, so I gently pushed it open a crack and heard Shirley's painful wails.

"Mr. Brandon, I'm sorry. I won't dare to do it again."

"If it weren't for you, would Caroline have suddenly decided to get a checkup? Do you know you ruined my plan?"

"I warn you, don't play any tricks. Today's matter of you drugging Brett is over. If it happens again, it won't be just a whip on you."

I felt a chill down my spine. So Brandon knew everything was done by Shirley, but he still chose to ignore it. In his heart, maybe even Brett wasn't important.