The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 982

Kevin lowered his gaze and looked at Blake, kneeling on the ground. His gaze switched to the doctor, and he asked,

“Dr. Osborn, please keep this matter a secret, even from the hospital. I’ll send someone to handle this.”

Craig Osborn nodded his head and replied, “Alright. You can see me anytime for any future treatment for her.”

Kevin thanked him, “Thank you.”

When everyone left, Kevin told Blake, “Worrying now won’t solve the issue. I’ve already called for a cab. For now,

return to Ventropolis with Mrs. Harper. After that, I will arrange for future treatment for Mrs. Harper.”

Blake’s eyes were red as she said, “You still haven’t told me what happened to Grace.”

Kevin replied, “You don’t need to know about it. You will do as I say if you want to ensure the Harper family’s safety.

Ventropolis will be thrown into chaos for a while. I can’t promise the Harper family will survive.”

Blake argued, “You still need to tell me who did this to Grace! Besides, how would I know if you were the one who

did this to her!”

Kevin furrowed his brows and stared at Blake, who was losing her cool. He retorted, “How did you even graduate

from Ventropolis University? Besides, even if I did tell you, what could you do about it? Rather than wasting time,

just pack your things and return to Floral Loft.”

Kevin raised his arm to check the time. He had driven here and wasted enough time. He needed to rush back to the

office before daybreak.

Coincidentally, Grace woke up from her coma.

“Where am I?” She asked.

Blake shouted, “Grace? You’re awake?”

“Mr. Harrison? Why are you here? Blake? Didn’t you go to the airport with Mya? Where’s Mya? “Grace mumbled.

“Have some rest, Mrs. Harper. I have other business to attend to. Goodbye,” Kevin said.

Blake did not expect him to leave, just like he said. After Kevin left, he put on his Bluetooth earpiece and called

someone.

“Yes, Cecilia has started to target the Harper family. Her next move might be the Kevin said.

company,”

Zach was at the Southern Haven Villas study room at one in the middle of the night. He took off his gold-rimmed

glass and walked to the window. Then, he pinched the bridge of his nose and said, “Just follow the plan.”

“Yes, Mr. Jardin,” Kevin answered.

Zach hung up the phone and walked to his desk to turn off the lamp. When he walked into the bedroom, he saw

that Madelyn was asleep. Zach proceeded to walk over quietly and tuck her in. He then took off his jacket and went

into the bathroom.

Zach was usually full of energy. First, he would wake up early to go to work and come home in time for dinner with

Madelyn. After dinner, he would accompany her for flower arrangements and walks. When Zach was not there,

Madelyn would be drawing on her album. He would usually pass the child to Margaret.

After leaving the bathroom, Zach was not rushing to go to bed. The moisture on him had not dried yet. He took the

medicine out from the cupboards. He rubbed it over the part of her body that had an allergic reaction. During the

night, he would watch whether she rubbed her ointment besides handling company affairs. Thankfully, these marks

were not noticeable.

The next day, Madelyn heard some noise while sleeping. A car had driven into the Southern Haven Villas. A blonde

man dressed in a suit was conversing with Zach. He was from Elise Boutique, a famous international company

making luxury wedding gowns.

The man said, “There are twenty sets of wedding gowns here. I wonder which woman made you book a wedding

gown two years prior. Could I have the honor of seeing her face?”

Zach shook his hand and said, “My wife’s still resting.”

“That’s a shame. Then I can only wait until your wedding ceremony,” the blonde man replied.

“I will be in Venturia for some time. Would you be free to have a meal with me?” The blonde man offered.

“Of course,” Zach replied.

Then, the servant sent the blonde man away. Zach had been taking time out of schedule to prepare for their

wedding.

At the same time, Margaret was in the kitchen preparing brunch. Madelyn was having her meals at later and later

times. She used to wake up at eight but could now sleep till twelve. To accommodate her schedule, everyone at the

villa also adjusted their schedules. They would

up and be in time for brunch.

wake

Dalton was sitting on the couch, tearing tissues. Margaret would turn around once in a while to check on him. When

she saw Dalton picking up the tissue from the floor and eating it, Margaret clapped her hands and cried, “Oh my!”

She quickly rushed over and said, “Dalton, the tissues are dirty. You can’t eat them.”

Margaret held onto Dalton and had him spit the tissue out. After that, she wiped his mouth. After Margaret put

Dalton down, Margaret saw Madelyn coming downstairs in a nightgown. Zach and Dalton looked over

simultaneously and saw she was still not fully awake.

Dalton stood up and ran over clumsily after being put down on the floor. Just as Madelyn got downstairs, Dalton ran

to Madelyn and fell right in front of her. Dalton lay at Madelyn’s feet and stunned Madelyn. She bent down and held

him up before passing him over to Margaret.

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When she saw the row of wedding gowns in the living room, Madelyn pretended not to see them. Even though Zach

walked over, she pretended not to see him and walked past him toward the dining table.

The servants have prepared the meals. At Madelyn’s usual seat, there is a bowl of pea soup. Zach sat beside her

and said, “If you haven’t rested enough, you can sleep more. There’s no rush. The appointment for the

photography shoot is in the afternoon.”

Madelyn did not raise her head. She sniffled before saying, “I have the flu. I don’t want to go.’

“Sure, we’ll go tomorrow,” Zach obliged.

“I don’t think this flu will go away so soon,” Madelyn argued.

“It’s not a problem. I can wait until after the wedding to take pictures, “Zach assured her.

Madelyn paused and could not help but tell him, “I assumed you knew what I meant.”

“Zach, you’ve always liked to guess people’s thoughts, haven’t you? How could it be possible that you can’t guess

my thoughts?” Madelyn asked him.