Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman
Chapter 1690

Chapter 1690

Adam emphasized, then carefully explained.

"Shirley, you always think that you're so smart, but you're extremely stupid when it comes to this! You keep thinking that our parents hadn't cared about you and ignored you. Even when they'd sent you to St. Piaf to further your studies, you still think that they'd abandoned you. I'm telling you, Shirley, you're just too conceited!"

"Shut up!"

Shirley stopped Adam, feeling slightly infuriated.

"Who do you think you are to lecture me? I'm warning you, Adam. Stop meddling in my business with Eveline and Jeremy. If you dare antagonize me by helping them develop the anti-toxoid test reagent again, you'd just be asking for trouble!"

"Trouble? By trouble, do you mean Carter Gray? The man who has you at his beck and call, isn't that right?"

When Adam mentioned Carter, Shirley's expression changed abruptly.

Adam felt even more pained upon seeing the change in Shirley's expression.

"Are you in love with that man?" Adam asked in a much softer tone.

Shirley did not respond.

Adam frowned further. "Shirley, stay away from that man. Otherwise, you'll be beyond redemption."

He spoke as he brought out a small notebook from his coat pocket. "I know that you won't believe anything I say, so you should uncover the truth by yourself."

He handed the notebook to Shirley.

Shirley lowered her gaze, glanced at it, her pupils suddenly constricted in recognition.

It was an old and aged little notebook. She knew it so well that she could still remember where the brown stain on the cover came from.

"You should still be able to recognize dad's notebook, right? You should still be familiar with dad's handwriting too. I found this when I was packing mom's and dad's belongings after they'd passed away. You ought to read dad's diary entry back then and see for yourself whether they had loved you or had wanted to abandon you."

Shirley stared at the notebook for a long time, but she did not take it, laughing absent-mindedly instead.

"Do you still intend on lying to me, Adam?"

"I think you don't have the nerve to read the contents. Am I right, Shirley?" Adam asked sarcastically, then gently placed the notebook on the stone table. "Regardless of whether you want to read it or not, I'll leave this here. At the end of the day, I just want to tell you that a doctor's duty is to save the dying and heal the wounded. I won't just stand by and watch my patients suffer. That is why, Shirley, I'll definitely save Eveline."

After saying this, Adam cleared the mess that Shirley had caused before turning around to leave with the garbage.

Shirley stood alone in the cold winter wind. Her mind was awhirl with Adam's every word.

She lifted her gaze, facing the tombstone which was engraved with the names that she would never forget as long as she lived.

Here laid her closest family members, yet her heart bore only hatred for them.

All these years, she had always been insistent and firm in her belief that her parents, having no love for her, had always wanted to abandon her. However, on this day, at this moment, her firm belief seemed to be shaken, making her anxious and frightened.

There was a sudden blast of bleak and biting cold wind, and the notebook was blown off the stone table.

Shirley had wanted to ignore the notebook so that she could continue hating them. Coincidentally, the notebook, blown off by the wind, fell at her feet.

She had to notice it now. She had to squat down and pick up the notebook.

She had intended to avoid looking at the notebook contents no matter what, but through the corner of her eye, she heedlessly glimpsed at the contents of one of the pages...