Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Chapter 1682

Chapter 1682

"However, she's using her talents and gifts in ways she shouldn't." Madeline could not help but sigh. "It truly astounds me. The sister hurts others while the younger brother saves them." "I'm sorry."

"Adam, you didn't do anything to wrong me, so there's no need to apologize to me. On the contrary, I'm truly grateful to you." Madeline conveyed her sincere gratitude. "Without you, I won't be here today, and my son would've died long ago."

"Saving others is a doctor's mission. It is also my only conviction and aspiration ever since I've matured in thought."

"You're a very good person, Dr. Adam." Madeline lauded him sincerely. As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly felt her temple throbbing uncomfortably.

Adam was very observant. He immediately noticed something was wrong with Madeline. "Are you feeling unwell?"

Madeline did not bother putting up a tough front. "My head is hurting a little..." she said. She wanted to head to the bedroom to sit and rest briefly, but as she lifted her gaze, everything in her vision seemed to be spinning.

Adam hurriedly stepped forward, supporting Madeline's arm. "Are you feeling dizzy?"

"I think the poison's flaring up. I was perfectly fine right before this, so it shouldn't be possible that I'd suddenly get dizzy," Madeline said, guessing.

However, this was insufficient for Adam to make a judgment call. There was only one test tube. Madeline's current symptoms were completely different from the symptoms she first experienced. If he made a mistake, then Madeline would suffer.

As Adam struggled with this dilemma, Madeline's phone rang.

It was an unknown number. Adam answered for Madeline, and the voice that came from the other end of the line surprised Adam.

"Eveline, it should be time for your second flare-up." Shirley's tone sounded extremely confident. She chuckled. "This experience should feel a tad better than one before, doesn't it? While it can be a little uncomfortable, my control was on point, so no matter how uncomfortable you feel, your life will not be in danger."

While listening to Shirley's inhumane words, Adam's heart suddenly trembled.

"Do you even know what you're talking about?" Adam could not help but roar out in rage.

Shirley was stunned. She did not expect Adam to be the one answering the phone.

"You'd use your talents, and the gifts you'd inherited from our parents, to commit this kind of utterly heartless act. Shirley Brown, do you not feel any guilt?"

Shirley was a little lost when Adam yelled at her, but when she heard this, she suddenly sneered.

"Guilt? Ask the two dead persons whether they feel any guilt?" Shirley asked in a cold voice. Then, she followed up with a harsh warning, "I'm telling you, Adam, you better not interfere any further. Otherwise, I won't show mercy, even if we are siblings!'

"Shirley, what do you want..."

Beep.

Before Adam could finish speaking, Shirley hung up.

Adam dared not be distracted or wasting time. He immediately injected the tube of test reagent that Madeline held in her hand into her vein.

Jeremy, who happened to be back, saw the scene unfolded as he reached his bedroom door. His expression changed as he quickly ran to Madeline's side, holding Madeline, who was now slowly losing consciousness, in his arms.

"Linnie, Linnie!" Jeremy yelled a few times, but there was no response from Madeline. He cast an anxious look at a dazed Adam. "Adam, what happened to Linnie? Why did she pass out?"

"It's another flare-up," Adam answered Jeremy's question, quickly returning to his senses, and suddenly feeling the unusual heaviness of the syringe in his hand.

"She should just be asleep for a while. She'll be fine when she wakes up. However, based on my many years of experience, Eveline's condition might be..."