Chapter 851

In public, Brad always appeared immaculate and elegant. His hair was perfectly combed, his shirt had not a single crease, and even his walk exuded grace. In private, however, he shed much of his cold demeanor. Still, he maintained a stern expression and spoke little, making him seem unapproachable. Even when he was ill, he'd pretend to be fine by putting on a façade. Perhaps, he feared people seeing his vulnerable side. At this moment, Brad was leaning weakly on the couch. His left hand clutched his stomach while his right held a glass of water. His head was drooped to the side, and his face was pale, looking frail and weak. Seeing his condition, Nadine knew he had a stomachache. She quickly rummaged through her suitcase, took out her antacids, and handed two pills to Brad. "Here," Nadine said curtly. Her words for Brad were sparse these days, not wanting to speak to him more than necessary. Ever since their divorce, she realized she no longer felt anxious or worried about his