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.

room, Madelyn first took a hot bath

the time she emerged, she had already started to sneeze.

sip of ginger

umbrella when you go out in the future. Women can’t afford to get drenched in the rain like

calm and quiet voice, “Thank you,

of curiosity, Lydia asked, “By the way, Mrs. Lockhart, why hasn’t Mr. Lockhart been around these past

smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as

should hurry upstairs to get some rest,” Lydia advised.

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Finished

eating she felt somewhat dizzy, so she went upstairs and quickly wrapped herself in a blanket before laying down

a night’s sleep, she woke up feeling groggy and unrested.

turned restlessly several times before she finally managed to fall

began to dream incessantly.

days, a time when her mother was

the kitchen, while Madelyn would be outside with Derek, playing with building

yet Madelyn and Derek duo thoroughly

Madelyn’s stepmother

her younger self forcefully slamming the room’s door. From that moment on, she became rebellious and no–longer receptive to anyone’s

as an unlearned and incompetent young lady. Yet, no one knew about

Madelyn found herself plagued

found herself back in

Madelyn’s eyes, causing her heart to clench tightly

was manipulated and found herself standing in the midst of a crowd. Everyone around her was pointing fingers at her and staring at

you’re a

who truly deserves

to die, you deserve to die…”

around her simply wouldn’t listen. One by one, they sent her

with a pervasive

stained with blood. Her hair a disheveled mess, she huddled in the corner and shivered

clothing and struggled to get a good night’s sleep. The

night, rats would frequently scamper over her nose, even audaciously nibbling at her clothes. Madelyn. was

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

arrived. However, her fellow inmates deliberately pointed her out as the root of all the disputes. In the end,

prison, Madelyn

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

Her days felt