Sir, Madam Dispeared Again After Divorce! novel Chapter 707

Met with such a look from his wife, Brandon looked around the room and figured out the situation. He asked tiredly in a hoarse voice, "Did I pass out again?"

Upon hearing his voice, Mrs. Madden hurriedly raised her tearful eyes and looked at him. "Honey, you're awake."

Brandon hummed and said, "Help me up."

Mrs. Madden helped him sit up and recline against the head of the bed.

To make him comfortable, she stuffed a pillow behind his back.

While pouring a glass of water, she said, "You have passed out many times. Why don't you stay in the hospital and receive treatment?"

With a trembling hand, Brandon took the glass and sighed, "I can't. Because of my losses to Sydney, Trison Corporation has failed to thrive, and my shares are sufficient for me to suppress those shareholders who were ready to make a move. I have to stay in the office. If I got hospitalized at such a time, they would definitely hang my position in the air. That's the last thing I want."

Although Mrs. Madden didn't understand business management, she knew what he meant by that. The tears she had done her best to hold back fell again. "Why do things turn out this way?"

"It's okay. Stop crying. It's giving me a headache," Brandon said, rubbing his temples.

Mrs. Madden immediately stopped crying but looked at him in dismay.

The sight of his grey hair, wrinkled face, and crow's feet saddened her.

The Maddens were rich, and both of them used to be well-maintained. In their fifties, they used to look like people in their thirties.

In this day and age, Mrs. Madden hadn't changed, but Brandon looked like he had aged about ten years because of his kidney failure. He no longer looked like he was in his thirties. On the contrary, he looked much older than his real age. People would believe that he was in his seventies.

"Any news from the organ bank?" Brandon asked tiredly.

Mrs. Madden shook her head and replied, "No."

Because his blood type was special, it was not easy to find a matching kidney resource.

'The doctor has issued a red alert. If we couldn't find a suitable kidney within six months, Brandon would...'

Mrs. Madden couldn't imagine the consequences. Wiping the tears off the corners of her eyes, she asked, "By the way, how are you feeling right now? Should I send for the doctor?"

"I'm okay. Go through the discharge formalities for me in a moment. I can't stay in the hospital for long. There is an important meeting tomorrow. I heard that the supervisory authorities would come and inspect Trison. I can't be absent from this meeting, or there will be great trouble," Brandon replied, looking at his wife.

Mrs. Madden nodded. "I see."

Brandon took a sip of water and asked, "Where's Clarice?"

"She went home. I thought it would be better for you to be hospitalized and asked her to get the necessities ready and bring them over tomorrow. Now that you won't stay in the hospital, I'll give her a call in a moment and tell her about it," Mrs. Madden replied.

She picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. "I assume you're not sleepy since you just woke up. You can watch TV and relax."

"Okay." Brandon pinched his eyebrows and agreed.

Mrs. Madden switched the channels when Brandon suddenly cried out, "Stop."

She was taken aback. "What's wrong?"

"Go back to the last channel," Brandon demanded.

"Okay." Mrs. Madden had no idea what was going on but complied nonetheless.

After the last channel was tuned in, she figured out the reason.

On the entertainment channel, a piece of news about Sydney was being broadcast.

'No wonder Brandon suddenly looks so serious. Turns out Sydney is in the news again.'

'What's the cause this time?'