Reborn to my engagement night by Baxter Walters

Chapter 35 You Are A Murderer

After leaving the company. Madelyn planned to take a taxi back to Lockhart Villa.

ne point, the sky had become shrouded in dark clouds as a stifling heat hung in the air.

Madelyn stood by the roadside, waiting for a ride while contemplating. It seemed like it was going to rain.

I wonder what the weathers like in Atharia right now? I also wonder if he’s getting used to life over there

#Finished

Just as she was lost in thought, a sudden rumble of thunder echoed from the horizon, startling Madelyn and making her heart skip a beat

A torrential downpour suddenly began.

The rain came without warning. Madelyn quickly scanned her surroundings, hoping to find a shelter from the downpour, bur all around her were wide roads. She had no place to hide.

What was even more unfortunate was that there wasn’t a single car on the road. Left with no other choice. Madelyn braced herself and stood in the rain, waiting for a ride.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, a taxi finally pulled up slowly beside her. After opening the door. Madelyn hastily climbed into the car.

Inside the car, the air conditioning was still running. Madelyn immediately shivered from the cold, her skin prickling with goosebumps.

At that moment, the driver caught sight of her drenched figure through the rearview mirror and hurriedly handed her a plastic hag

“Put this under you so my seat doesn’t get wet.”

Madelyn took the plastic bag and obediently followed instructions.

By the time she got home, it was already dark, but the torrential rain showed no signs of stopping.

Madelyn was completely drenched, her clothes sticking to her body as if she had just been fished out of the water.

Upon seeing this, Lydia hurriedly grabbed a dry towel and approached. “Mrs. Lockhart? Why did you come back drenched?”

As Madelyn shivered, she shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

Upon seeing her in this state, Lydia couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache. She quickly said. “The meal is just ready. Mrs. Lockhart. Why don’t you go upstairs and change your clothes, then come down for dinner!”

Madelyn nodded. Then, she ascended the stairs to return to her room.

bath in

she emerged, she

sip of ginger

Lydia reminded her. “Mrs. Lockhart, remember to bring an umbrella when you go out in the future. Women can’t afford to get drenched in the

in a calm and quiet voice, “Thank you,

“By the way, Mrs. Lockhart, why hasn’t Mr. Lockhart

this, Madelyn’s eyes glazed over. A forced, rigid smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she replied, “Oh, Sebastian? He’s on a

Once you’ve finished your meal, you should hurry upstairs to get some

35 You Are A

Finished

felt somewhat dizzy, so she went upstairs and quickly wrapped herself in

woke up feeling groggy and unrested.

several times before she finally managed

she began to

days, a time when her mother was still around and life was fairly

Madelyn would be outside with Derek, playing with

was a rather childish game, yet Madelyn

the image of Madelyn’s stepmother

self forcefully slamming the room’s door. From that moment

as an unlearned and incompetent young lady. Yet, no one knew about the pain she harbored within

found herself plagued by a series

her dreams, Madelyn found herself back in her past life.

after scene of heart–wrenching images flashed before Madelyn’s eyes, causing her heart to clench tightly

the midst of a crowd. Everyone around her was pointing fingers at her and staring at her

a murderer!”

the one who truly

you deserve to die, you

explain herself over and over, but the people around her simply wouldn’t listen. One by one,

a pervasive musty smell hanging

hair a disheveled mess, she huddled in the corner and shivered

Madelyn was often cold due to inadequate clothing and struggled to get

would frequently scamper over her nose, even audaciously nibbling

incredibly brutal. They showed no reason or mercy, ceaselessly beating her, hurling insults, kicking her. and subjecting her to all forms of

as the root of all the disputes. In the end, Madelyn was

her time in prison,

she was covered in wounds and was in such pain that she wished for death. She felt like an insignificant ant.

Her days felt