The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 748
Madelyn felt a pain in her chest and tried to speak. ‘Didn’t they say Father would be back in a few days? Why’s he returning early? Kai probably kept my sickness a secret.’ As she attempted to sit up, weakness consumed her. Margaret’s constant chatting made Madelyn think of how Mya always talked a lot.
“The doctor says your nosebleeds might be from the dry air or perhaps allergies,” Margaret said. “But it’s not a big deal. Don’t worry. When you’re feeling better and your father’s back, Mr. Jardin won’t trouble you.”
Madelyn replied, her voice scratchy, ” Okay.”
She had been in the hospital for two weeks. To show her the Jent family’s troubles, Kai switched her usual medication with stronger drugs. He ensured she took every pill, making her occasionally forget his true intentions.
Zach never left her side. During her hospital stay, Jasmine tried to visit, but Zach’s security stopped her at the entrance. From inside her room, Madelyn overheard the commotion, and amidst the voices, she distinctly recognized the timid tone of a young girl. This puzzled her because she remembered Jasmine was supposed to have had a boy.
It had rained frequently lately. In her blue and white striped hospital gown, Madelyn ventured to the hospital garden. Golden-colored leaves cascaded from the trees, and as she extended her hand, one landed gently in her palm.
‘In a few months, this year will end. Will I see the dawn of a new year? I wonder if I’ll even celebrate my thirty- first birthday.’
Madelyn felt different now; she didn’t harbor any hard feelings. She rarely spent time pondering the past, aware that her friends had their own lives to live. She figured her absence from their lives was probably a good thing. Except for Zach, life had been good to her. She found true companions in Mya, Kennedy, and Lem. She achieved her dream of getting a degree from a top university, received awards for her art, and traveled the globe with her mentor, Leonardo. She had even found new photos of her young mom, which helped make her childhood memories more vivid-something she cherished deeply.
Madelyn sat on a bench in the hospital garden. A man in his late forties, dressed in a hospital gown, approached holding a newspaper and sat beside her. “Young lady, are you here alone today?”
She looked at him, noticing something familiar in his distinctive features, even though they had never met. She felt at ease with him. “Yes,” she answered simply.
“Why are you in the hospital so young? ” he asked.
She responded, “Oh, just a common cold.”
