The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 770
Having baby Dalton around was becoming a challenge for Madelyn. While Zach could easily tune him out, Madelyn felt a strong pull toward the child. She took Dalton for a stroll in the backyard, patting his back and hoping he would drift off to sleep. After their walk, she settled him on the couch. As she did, Dalton nestled against her, gazing up at her. Yet, the moment she met his gaze, he playfully pretended to be asleep.
Madelyn gazed into the distance, lost in thought. ‘What mysteries lay within the torn pages of Mom’s diary, and what stories did those stained sections hold? When she was around sixteen or seventeen, Mom was with Erick. If I’m their child, then why does Kai hold so much resentment toward me? Perhaps he thinks I’m Hayson’s daughter. But he read the diary; he knows its contents. What’s he hiding from me?’
At Portsmouth Fishing Village, in a small, smelly room, Kai stood under a flickering bulb, eyes locked on a woman on the bed who seemed really sick.
“Who are Madelyn’s real parents? Did you take pages out of Alicia’s diary?”
Holding a paternity report, Kai questioned what he once knew. He had always thought Zach and Madelyn were family. But when Yvonne got suspicious about them, Kai started to doubt their connection. His doubt grew even more when he learned Yvonne got a report that someone had messed with-a change he had not known about.
Two days ago, during a phone call at Hope Haven Community Hospital, after discussing some unrelated topics, Kai instructed, “If the report confirms they’re not related, hand her this fake one.”
The person on the other end asked, ” Dr. Stewart, you want her to believe they’re siblings?” Kai said, “Exactly. I want everyone to believe that, whether it’s the truth or not. Just do what I told you.”
“I get it.”
However, Kai realized he had not actually confirmed if Hayson and Madelyn were related, until now. Seeing the genuine final report left him stunned.
Rosario looked so frail that she was almost unrecognizable. With hazy eyes, she lay on the bed and whispered, Madelyn… don’t climb so high up, you’ll fall…Come here, I made your favorite pastina…”
Seeing Rosario’s condition, Kai realized he would not get any more information from her. Later that night, after Kai had left, a shadowy man entered her room. Shortly thereafter, flames erupted, and the building was engulfed in fire.
It was a frosty morning, colder than the night before. Despite drifting off on the couch, Madelyn found herself on her bed upon waking. Breakfast awaited her downstairs. Just as she was about to dig in, Margaret rushed in, bags in hand.
“Ms. Jent, I have an emergency at home. May I leave for a while?”
Madelyn said, “Certainly. Come back once things are sorted.”
Madelyn was eating when one of Zach’s bodyguards came in and whispered something to him. She noticed Zach’s expression did not change and thought it might not be serious.
However, after a brief pause, Zach said calmly, “There was a fire in Portsmouth Fishing Village last night. Rosario was caught in it.”
Madelyn stopped, her fork still in the air. “How did it start?”
“An electrical problem. The police want a family member to come identify her.”
‘So, Margaret’s handling Rosario’s affairs?’ Madelyn mused. The memories of Rosario’s motherly affection rushed back, but they were shadowed by a harsh reality. The person she had trusted so deeply, Rosario, had given her a dangerous drug. This had led Madelyn to need a major surgery to remove her uterus, and her cancer had spread. Given everything that had happened, forgiving Rosario was a challenge for Madelyn, even with Rosario no longer around.
“If you want to go, I’ll come with you.”
Madelyn’s gaze was icy. “You had Rosario drug me. You’re just like her. How can you suggest I visit her now?”
“She got what she deserved. I don’t feel sorry for her.” Zach said curtly.
“That’s ironic, coming from you,” Madelyn snapped, her voice filled with anger and pain. “You can go see her if you want, but I’ll never forgive her for taking away my dream of being a mother.”
The weight of her words lingered in the air. Suddenly, her appetite vanished.
“I’m full. Enjoy your meal on your own.
