The Pampering CEO: Don't Mess With My Secretly-Married Sweet Wife

Chapter 433 Coercion

Julian was utterly shocked when he saw what she did.

In an instant, he bolted over to her and slapped the shard in Madam Shaw's hand away, moving so fast that the woman could not even react.

When the broken vase piece fell to the floor, Julian heaved slightly in relief.

The doctor and nurses piled in as they pressed Madam Shaw against the bed. Although the woman struggled, the group of professionals managed to bandage her wound up swiftly.

Unable to fight back, Madam Shaw stayed still. Her eyes were trained on Julian. "I failed the first time, but I’ll attempt it a second and a third time. As long as you don't divorce Susan Shelby, I won't stop committing suicide. I'll succeed one day. And when I really die, Julian, you’ll be the one who caused it. You’re the worst son in this world." 1

"Mom, are you trying to drive me to the edge?" Julian clenched his fists, his eyes reddening.

Madam Shaw felt a pang in her heart while looking at his agonized look but steeled herself. Everything she was doing was for Julian's sake. He would suffer now, but one day in the future, he would definitely recognize her painstaking effort.

"This is what you promised me anyway." Madam This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Shaw pushed him. "You can only pick me or Susan Shelby. If you don't divorce Susan, I’ll die before you."

The nurse had just bandaged Madam Shaw and released her when she sprang up and rammed her body against the wall.

She was stopped, but Julian was still shocked.

"Julian Shaw, you're just watching your mother die for a woman. You’re a horrible son!” Madam Shaw scolded him as she struggled with all her might. 1

"Mom." Julian spoke up. His voice brimmed with a sense of despair that came from deep within his soul." Stop it. I... I promise you." 1

"You promise me?” Madam Shaw paused before she looked at her son in delight. "Do you promise to divorce Susan Shelby?"

"Yes." Julian pushed the word out with difficulty.

Madam Shaw was overjoyed. She scooted back to the bed and said, "Do it quickly if you’re going to divorce her. Don't drag it out."

"Okay." Julian agreed. "Can you get some rest now?"

"Of course." Madam Shaw straightened up.

The hospital sent someone to clean up the room and change the sheets before Madam Shaw made herself comfortable on the bed. Not daring to leave, Julian stayed by her side until she fell asleep.

After a while, something struck Julian and he went out to look for his assistant. "What did you want to tell me earlier?"

Taking in how tired Julian looked, the assistant hesitated before saying, "It was nothing. It's just that Miss Chessie was saying that she’s missing her father."

Chessie... Julian's gaze softened at once. He missed Susie and Chessie too, but he could not meet them just yet. Since he had promised his mother, he had to take care of this matter first.

It was impossible for him to divorce Susan, but there was no better way to handle his mother. He could only fake a divorce. Julian would ask his men to forge a certificate of divorce and gloss over the matter first.

If Susie found out, she would inevitably be affronted. H e should just handle the matter on his own and temporarily keep it from Susie. 2

As he pondered over the issue in his mind, Julian did not notice his assistant's conflicted gaze.

Meanwhile, in the Shaw Mansion, Susan lay in bed, flustered and sweating, occasionally mumbling in gibberish.

Luna placed her palm over Susan's forehead gently, worry tinting her eyes. "Why hasn’t her fever subsided? What did the doctor say?"

A maid beside her replied, "The doctor has prescribed medication, and Mrs. Shaw has taken it. The fever will probably subside in a while."

"What happened? Why does Susie have such a high fever all of a sudden?" Luna inquired.

The servant hesitated before answering, "We don’t know either. Mrs. Shaw hasn’t been in a good mood since she came back a few days ago. Maybe she's too worried and she caught a cold when she went out in the breeze yesterday. That's why she has a fever."

"Too worried?" Luna asked. "What could Susie be worried about?”

The servant shook her head to indicate that she had n o idea.

"Where are Julian and Madam Shaw?" Luna suddenly asked.

"I don't know," the maid replied quite nervously.

She didn't know this either?

Luna kept her gaze trained on the servant, her expression piercing. Why did she feel like the maid was hiding something?

"Don’t know? Susie has such a high fever and Julian doesn't care?" Luna asked coldly. "Tell me honestly, have the two of them had an argument?"

"I really don't know." The servant looked pleadingly at Luna.

Luna knew that the servant was not to be blamed. She could only hold herself back and take care of Susan properly.

"Mommy, Chessie will blow you where it hurts. It won't hurt then." Chesney was sprawled beside Susan's bed as she blew air on the latter's forehead.

"Good girl." Luna's gaze softened as she picked the kid up. "Don't worry, Chessie. Mommy will be alright soon.”

"Mm..." Chesney nodded and stared at Luna." Grandma, is mommy in a bad mood because of bad Nana?"

Bad Nana?

Luna caught the keyword and was about to ask more about it when a gruff voice rasped.

"Chessie, speak no nonsense." Susan still looked ghastly, but her eyes were open now.

"Mommy." Chessie ran over to her happily. "You're awake?”

"Mm..." Susan's gaze was tender when she pinched Chessie’s cheek lightly.

"Susie, what's going on?" Luna could not help feeling sorry when she saw her daughter’s weak state.

"I'm fine." Susan smiled. "I stayed too long in the wind and couldn't take it, so I got a fever."

"You've been healthy all this while. Why..." Luna was about to insist.

Suddenly, a robust and strong voice rang out. "Where's Susan Shelby?"

"Mommy, it's bad Nana. Bad Nana is here!" Chesney looked scared.

"Chessie, you shouldn’t call Nana that," Susan reminded her before holding the girl's hand. "It’s okay, mommy's here."

Luna looked thoughtful as she watched them from the side. Based on how things looked, Madam Shaw must have done something again.