The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 695
After Zach and Yvonne got married, Zach continued staying at Floral Loft. However, he did not require Madelyn to follow him to the office. She had already become the talk of the company when she appeared that day.
Since Yvonne was now the rightful wife of Jardin Corporation’s CEO, he knew what the people would say if Madelyn showed up again.
In the next few days, the entire Ventropolis buzzed with excitement. The news of the marriage alliance between the Jardin Corporation and YTCorp was all over the place, The wedding ceremony was set to be held at the most upscale hotel in Ventropolis.
For the next few days leading up to the wedding ceremony, the hotel was closed for business and dedicated themselves entirely to decorating the wedding venue.
Meanwhile, Madelyn was under the guard of Yvonne’s bodyguards. Madelyn did not go to the hospital again today and went to Mistral Monastery instead. Apart from days with bad weather, Madelyn hiked up to the monastery every single day. She was doing this for Ethan.
Last night, Zach did not return to the Floral Loft, so Madelyn set out really early. By the time she reached the top, it was already completely bright out.
There were few visitors at the monastery today, and Madelyn was the first to arrive. The door of the hall was opened, and a staff donned in a gray robe appeared.
“Peace be upon you, Ms. Jent.”
Since Madelyn came every day, many staff in the monastery already knew her. Just like before, Madelyn sat at the pew and remained there for a few hours.
Madelyn did not get what she prayed for the second time she came. And the same thing happened on her third, fourth, fifth…
Every time she came, she would pray for Ethan to regain consciousness and recover soon. ‘As long as he’s comatose, I’ll come every day and only stop when he regains consciousness,’ she thought.
However, Ethan’s condition worsened as the days passed. His kidney and the rest of his organs were deteriorating. The doctor had already given them the notice that there was no need for him to undergo treatment if he did not regain consciousness in the next five days.
The abbot walked over and said, “Ms. Jent, you should accept fate and let go. Peace be with you.”
“In the past, I’ve never believed in fate. But now, I do. I’m willing to have faith in him,” Madelyn said weakly. She went on, “If God is real, why doesn’t He take care of good people? Why do bad guys get away with stuff?”
“Ms. Jent, what goes around comes around,” came the reply.
“Really? Where? In my last life, Cecilia destroyed my family. She stole my husband, killed my kid, and took everything I had. I died alone, sick. I thought coming back would let me fix things, but nothing’s changed. Why does she get a do-over? Can you help me? I’ll trade my life for his. I’ll give up everything if it means he’ll be okay.”
Madelyn felt like she had nothing left to lose. ‘Ethan’s been so good to me,” she thought. The abbot shook his head, then reached for a book, handing it to her in silence. Madelyn accepted the book and prepared to depart.
The abbot placed a metal container, usually housing a deck of cards, on a nearby table. His unexpected offer, “I used to do card readings before joining the monastery. Would you like to pick a card for a reading?” caught Madelyn off guard.
She hadn’t expected an abbot to carry a deck of cards or to have expertise in card reading.
After a brief pause, she politely declined, saying, “No, thank you.” In her thoughts, she said to herself, ‘No point in getting a reading. It always predicts misfortune.’
