Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce!
Chapter 805 Feeling Sad

The only thing Brandon could do now was to try to make up for his wife. For example, he could take her to her favorite places and accompany her to eat her favorite food before he died. Since the Maddens had been married for almost thirty years, Mrs. Madden knew her husband very well.

As soon as she saw his expression, she knew what he was thinking.

She felt very upset and shed tears directly, "Brandon, you won't die. We will definitely replace a suitable kidney!"

Mrs. Madden clutched her husband's hand tightly, not daring to let go of him.

She was afraid that if she let go of him, he would die.

Of course, Brandon knew her worries, so he patted her back, "We both know it is almost impossible to replace a suitable kidney."

"No." Mrs. Madden hugged Brandon directly and buried her head on his shoulder, constantly crying.

Brandon smiled gently and patted her back, "Okay. Don't cry. So many people are watching us."

Mrs. Madden knew it was a bit embarrassing. So she raised her head and took out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her eyes gently. Then she forced a smile and turned back into the usual condescending lady, as if she hadn't cried.

"It's okay. Don't think about it anymore. We came here today to buy the mugwort cake. Let's go."

After calming down, Mrs. Madden nodded, took his arm, and walked towards the shop.

The two of them arrived at the counter.

Brandon coughed and then said, "A mugwort cake, please."

The shop assistant looked up at him and said with an apologetic face, "Excuse me, sir, that lady bought the last mugwort cake just now."

She pointed to Sydney who was sitting in front with her back to them.

Hearing their conversations, Sydney put down her cup and turned her head.

Seeing Brandon and his wife, she froze.

Brandon and his wife also froze.

"It's you?"

"You?"

The three of them spoke in unison.

After looking at Sydney and then at Brandon and his wife, the shop assistant understood that they knew each other, so she didn't say anything more.

"Why are you here?" Mrs. Madden asked with a sullen face as she took Brandon's arm tightly.

Brandon didn't say anything but just looked at Sydney coldly.

Seeing them treat her badly, Sydney stood up and sneered, "This is not the Madden family's territory. Why can't I be here? Mrs. Madden, don't you think your question is a bit stupid?" "You..." Mrs. Madden stammered, and her face turned red with anger.

Brandon reached out a hand in front of his wife, signaling her to calm down. Then he looked at Sydney.

He didn't say anything but just kept staring at Sydney, lost in thought.

'They look too much alike!

'Both Sydney's side face and overall facial contour are very much like Mother.'

He had noticed this before, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

So he gradually forgot about it.

It was until the last time when he saw Sydney's press conference that he realized that Sydney could be his biological daughter, considering the time she was adopted and her similarity to her mother's looks.

But it turned out she wasn't.

He didn't know whether this was a regret or a blessing.

So when he saw Sydney now, he had indescribable complex feelings.

He should have taught Sydney a lesson as usual, but he didn't want to do that now.

Sydney looked at him with a meaningful look.

She was used to Brandon's malicious and calculating gaze on her, so she wasn't at ease in the face of his current gaze.

Although Brandon looked at her with gloomy eyes, there was another emotion that she couldn't tell, which made her very uncomfortable.

But Sydney didn't show her unease. She stared at Brandon calmly and looked at him up and down secretly.

She hadn't seen him for a long time, and she only knew that he was often in hospital.

She knew he was seriously ill, for Clarice often begged her to save him.

But it was not until seeing him lose weight because of illness did she realize how serious his illness was.

Seeing the current Brandon, Sydney felt somewhat sad.

She should have been happy. After all, her enemy was dying.

However, she didn't feel happy but sad.

'Sad...'

Sydney bit her lips.

'Am I sad because Brandon is seriously ill?

'Heh, impossible!

'This is absolutely impossible. Am I crazy? How can I be sad for my enemy?'

Sydney clenched her hand, took a deep breath, and got rid of these terrible thoughts and ideas. Then she deliberately glared at Brandon and his wife impatiently and said to the shop assistant, "Hello, is it okay?"

Her words lightened the atmosphere.

Brandon didn't keep staring at her but just lowered his head, lost in thought.

Actually, Sydney was a little surprised by him tonight.

Every time she saw Brandon before, she would fight with him because he often mocked her. So she often talked back.

'Why doesn't Brandon say a single word today? It's too strange.

'Maybe it is because he is sick, so he doesn't have the strength to argue with me.'

As she thought of this, the shop assistant suddenly said, "Miss, here you are."

"OK. Thanks." Sydney smiled at her, reaching out her hand to take the mugwort cake.

Just as she reached out her hand, Mrs. Madden suddenly saw something, and her eyes lit up. Then she immediately grabbed Sydney's hand and dragged her. "Ah!" Sydney cried, and she almost fell down.

If she hadn't come back to her senses quickly and held on to the table of the counter in time, she would definitely have fallen down.

"Mrs. Madden, what are you doing?" asked Sydney loudly. She stood firmly, let go of the table, and gazed at the agitated Mrs. Madden with her sullen face.

The customers around were all attracted by Sydney's voice and looked at her, but they didn't understand what had happened.

Brandon was surprised by his wife's action.

He frowned and lowered his voice, "What are you doing? Let go of her quickly. Even if you want to do something to her, you can't do it in public. This will be bad for us!"

Mrs. Madden ignored his words and just stared at Sydney's wrist. Seeing the light scar, she trembled with excitement, "Brandon, look."

"What are you doing? Let go of me quickly. Otherwise, I'll call the police." Sydney showed a stern face and tried to get rid of Mrs. Madden with force.

However, Mrs. Madden grabbed her wrist tightly, "Wait. Don't move. Can I have a look? Please!"

Hearing the word "please", Sydney completely froze.

She stopped and looked up at Mrs. Madden incredulously, "Do... Do you know what you are talking about?"