Married by Mistake: Mr. Whitman’s Sinner Wife

Madeline eyed the letter Jeremy took out from the bottom of the box.
When she opened it, it was evident that it was from Shirley.
There was but a simple line of words on the letter. “ Jeremy, these are the test reagents that can get rid of the remaining poison
in your body. When that happens, the color of your hair and pupils will return to normal. I’ve written down the directions to use
them on the box. I hope you get well soon.
I’m sorry.”
The signature was Shirley’s.
Her handwriting was very beautiful, just like how she had looked.
In reality, however, Shirley’s heart was not that vile and foul.
After Madeline and Jeremy finished reading the letter, they shot another look at the box of test reagents, feeling slightly touched.
However, right now, Madeline felt more relieved. He could finally go back to the way he had been.
In the hospital.
Shirley woke up from her deep slumber groggily. To her surprise, she saw Carter at the side of her bed with his eyes closed.
She was not dead.
Shirley closed her eyes in disappointment, then moved gently. However, her movement shot an excruciating pain through her as
if her body was in pieces.
She remembered what happened before she lost consciousness.
She no longer had the will to live. She wanted to die. She missed her parents. She missed Adam. She also wanted to apologize
to Cathy.
She had rolled her wheelchair directly onto the stairs.
She had thought that she could fall to her death, but she did not.

A sudden thought came to her, and she lifted her hands to touch her flat stomach. The feeling of emptiness made her warm
around the eyes.
‘I’m sorry, my baby.
‘It’s my fault for being so heinous. I’ve never wanted you to suffer the retribution.’
Shirley closed her eyes and tears silently fell from the corners of her eyes.
“Is she still not awake?” Camille’s voice came from the door suddenly.
Shirley tried to rein in her sadness, quickly wiping away the tears in the corners of her eyes, and pretended to still be
unconscious.
At one side, Carter woke up from his nap. When he saw the motionless Shirley, he frowned, the exhaustion visible on his
handsome face.
“I’ll stay here. You can go back.”
“Why don’t we take her back to St. Piaf?” Camille suggested. “She currently has serious bone fractures, and she’s paralyzed
from the waist down. From now on, she’ll need someone to take care of her. She can’t stay in the hospital forever.”
Paralyzed.
When Shirley heard that word, she clenched her fists hidden under the blanket.
After a long while, she heard Carter’s answer. “ We’ll let her decide if she wants to go back to St. Piaf after she wakes up.”
Camille neither forced nor rejected this. “You stay with her, then, I’ll head back.”
“Okay, ” Carter answered, then shifted his attention to Shirley’s face.
Shirley’s emotions fluctuated, but she did her best in suppressing her erratic emotions and continued pretending to be asleep.
Suddenly, however, she felt Carter gently lifting the blanket. He seemed to want to hold her hand.
Shirley quickly unclenched her fist the second before Carter held her hand.

“Shirley.”
Carter called out to Shirley in this manner.
Shirley thought she was dreaming. It felt like ages ago when Carter addressed her like that