Chapter 681

Beckett was almost shattered lying on the hospital bed, abruptly raised his head to look at Fu Sihan, opening his mouth with difficulty, "Are you sick?" "..." Fu Sihan glanced at the scars spreading from Beckett's back to his neck with disdain, sighed, and covered his forehead with his hand. "I don't know where things went wrong... I thought that with Madeleine's fragile personality, a little stimulation would make her stronger, but it seems I overdid it." She's turning a bit mad lately. "Beckett, can't you just follow the doctor's advice and recuperate? If you don't recover and get discharged soon, your wife is really going to lose her mind," Fu Sihan sat by the side, gritting his teeth to admonish again. "If she could dig up your mother's grave today, she might scatter Stanton's ashes tomorrow, and probably remarry the day after." Beckett's dangerous gaze fell on Fu Sihan, "You can't speak without mentioning ill luck; my wife only loves me... alone." Perhaps the pain was too great, B