บททั้งหมดของ The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning: บทที่ 741 - บทที่ 750

'Father probably never guessed anyone would enter his room,' Madelyn thought. She noticed shoes beneath the door and the sound of approaching footsteps. Hurrying, she sat in her father's chair and accidentally hurt herself. Wincing from the pain, she tried to stay still as Zach walked in.Zach came in with his clothes speckled with water droplets and closed the door. "Did Dal wake you?"Madelyn looked down. Dalton was not crying anymore, but his little face was flushed, and he gave a small cough."Let me hold him. Your hand is still injured."Madelyn tightened her grip on Dalton. "Why do you smell like gas? What happened?"Zach replied, "My car broke down on my way back. I fixed it. I'm going to hop in the shower now.""Okay."As Zach walked off, a nagging feeling told Madelyn he was hiding something. Once she was certain he was upstairs, she placed Dalton gently on the comfy couch. She hit a switch under the desk, and moments later, a shelf with an antique figurine started to s

The butler knocked on Frida's door. "Ma'am, it's urgent. You need to see this."Frida followed the butler outside. As she laid eyes on the person in the casket, a storm of anger welled up inside her. "Zach Jardin, you bastard! How could you?"The casket holding Evelyn went without refrigeration, letting out an unbearable stench within hours. Nearby, Marta, dressed in black, had a pronounced wound on her forehead. It was difficult to discern if she was dead or alive.Frida spoke with resolve, "See if she's breathing."The butler hesitated just for a second before leaning in to check Marta's breath. Registering the reality, he muttered in disbelief, "She's gone. Ma'am, they're both gone."Noticing the blood near the casket, Frida deduced there had been some kind of impact. "Get in touch with the funeral home. Make sure they deal with this discreetly. Let them know it's at the request of the CEO of Jardin Corporation.""Right away, Ma'am."As she stood there, Frida thought, 'Zach i

Madelyn avoided Zach's dark gaze and left swiftly.Zach, clearly annoyed, came inside, tossing the car keys on the entryway table. He sank into the couch and lit a cigarette before calling the car service for repairs.Margaret, seeing Madelyn's hasty exit, hurried upstairs to avoid a potentially irate Zach. On her phone, Madelyn opened an email with client requests. In her studio, she began preparations, sure she could finish within the week. Dalton was in his crib, quietly using his pacifier and observing Madelyn, whom she would occasionally soothe."Ms. Jent, you should be careful with that hand. It's not healed, and you might overdo it.""I know, but everything in this place is his. I need to pull my weight." Just then, her nose started to bleed, dropping onto her shirt."Madelyn, are you okay?" Margaret asked, handing her some tissues. Madelyn ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. When Zach walked in, his gaze immediately fell on the drop of blood on the ti

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

Hayson sat there with an oxygen mask on his face, having recently suffered a stroke. His facial features appeared normal, his hand was frozen in a peculiar position, and he was unable to speak. He could not even eat on his own, and all he could do was sit in a wheelchair.His little daughter, just three and a half years old, looked strikingly like Jasmine and sat shyly behind her.Even though four years had passed, Jasmine looked ageless, radiating an even more mature and captivating presence. She was dressed in a dark blue gown decorated with white pear blossom petals, her lips were a soft pink, and her once long hair was now styled in short, loose curls. She also wore a pair of pearl earrings.Margaret, usually a chatterbox, was notably silent that day.Jasmine remained as arrogant and prideful as she always had. She said while holding her little daughter's hand, "Madelyn, it's been years since we last met, and you've only grown more beautiful. This is my daughter, by the way—Sam