The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 1207
From that moment, Cecilia vowed to tirelessly accumulate wealth to ensure a better life for Blake. Now with substantial financial resources, Cecilia believed Blake no longer needed to depend on the Dion family. She could provide Blake with a superior life, offering her whatever she desired. Everything she owned would be at Blake’s disposal.
With the unconscious Blake in tow, Cecilia made her way to her car. Blake lay in the minivan, covered with a blanket, while Cecilia tenderly held her hand, her eyes filled with regret as she observed the wounds on her arm.
“Drive slowly,” Cecilia instructed the driver.
“Yes, Ms. Samford,” the driver responded.
Cecilia’s residence, valued at eight billion dollars, was the m luxurious villa in the capital. It boasted the highest-class but service, ten housemaids, and lavish amenities including a gar bellflowers, towering trees, a swing garden, a pavilion, and a for However, Cecilia rarely spent time there.
She had prepared a room on the second floor according to Blake preferences, equipped with cartoon character dolls and a three-mete princess bed. Blake was placed on the princess bed, and Cecilia summoned a family doctor. Upon arrival, the doctor diagnosed, “This lady has some internal injuries and bruises, likely from being beaten.”
“I don’t need a diagnosis. Just prescribe the best medicine for her to recover quickly,” Cecilia demanded.
“Right away, Ms. Samford,” the doctor replied, prescribing several medicines and ointments for her injuries and internal bleeding.
Blake’s weakness was primarily due to not eating for several days. The maid had prepared butternut squash soup, and Cecilia, noticing Blake showing signs of consciousness, gently fed her the soup. Thankfully, Blake managed to drink a little.
Cecilia carefully wiped Blake’s mouth with a tissue as she spilled some soup.
“Blake, you’ll feel better in a few days. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. As long as you recover, I promise to do anything for you,’ Cecilia whispered.
Blake, feverish, slept throughout the night with Cecilia vigilantly by her side. When Cecilia’s phone rang, she walked to the window to answer
An angry voice on the phone accused, “You damn b*tch, we di you wanted and you didn’t pay us a single penny. You even calle police and abandoned us after you were done using us.”
Cecilia ended the call emotionlessly and, after a pause, dialed another number. The person on the other end quickly picked up.
“Were you the one who got the police to arrest them?!” Cecilia inquired.
Liam, clad in pajamas and sitting in front of a laptop, removed his silver-framed glasses and peered out the window. “Anything concerning Blake is my business. I’ll ensure she gets justice for her injuries. You and I are not the same kind of people, and we will never be,” he declared.
