The Remorseful Brothers

Chapter 88

Not far away, Madeline suddenly turned around and shouted, “Caleb, deal with it as you see fit, but just avoid any extreme measures.

Madeline didn’t want Benjamin to meet his end that way.

Sometimes, being ruthless wasn’t necessary, and letting him live might be the ultimate form of revenge.

Now, Benjamin’s heart had plummeted to its lowest point, “Madeline, you’re truly ruthless…

any errors?

While he had certainly made his share of mistakes in the past, who could live in this world without making any

He had resolved to change his ways, but it seemed that Madeline was unrelenting in giving him even the smallest chance.

Caleb snorted, then gave the men in the shadows a meaningful glance before turning and walking away.

Benjamin believed he had managed to evade the situation. Yet, as he stood up, a group of burly men began approaching him.

Benjamin’s voice quivered as he spoke. “Don’t come any closer! I’m-”

Those muscular men sneered. “Your identity doesn’t matter to us. Crossing our boss means that even if you were the president, you’ll be stripped to the bone today!”

The doctor was already present when Madeline returned to the living room.

Carrying a small medical kit, he stood respectfully to the side, awaiting her arrival. “Please take a seat, Ms. Larson.”

Hazel brought a small blanket for Madeline and gently covered her legs. “Doctor, could you please check Ms. Larson’s body temperature? Her forehead feels extremely hot.”

While speaking, Hazel sighed softly. She had already changed the blanket in Madeline’s room to a thicker one, but the weather in Acocester was so unpredictable.

The doctor promptly measured Madeline’s temperature and examined the thermometer. It confirmed a reading of 101 degrees Fahrenheit.

He then prescribed medication for treating the cold and fever. Take this medicine three times a day. Make sure to stay warm, and drink plenty of hot fluids.”

Hazel collected the prescribed medicine and Ped to fetch hot water from the kitchen.

Caleb had been observing from a distance and approached only after the others had departed

Gazing at the ailing Madeline, his heart aching, Caleb didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, he softly inquired, “Do you want to take a day off on Monday?”

Madeline replied softly. She pressed her hand

the new semester has just started. It wouldn’t be appropriate for

as you accumulate enough credits, it’s fine. Caleb chuckled softly, reaching

brow bone, eliciting a

her

a reference to the substitution incident, and a shadow of gloom crossed his eyes “It won’t happen again,” he assured her before vowing

will ever have th

mistreat

water and medicine. “Ms. Larson, the water is quite hot. Let it cool down a bit before you drink it with the

the edge of

leaned in, resting her head on

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eyes with him, she offered a radiant smile. Til take a little nap. Let me know when the

back

gaze fixed on the steaming glass of water.

color of the medicine doesn’t look appealing at all. It must be very bitter,” he

lowered his gaze, taking in the sight of Madeline’s dark hair cascading behind her like ribbons. There was a chance

slender and shapely contour. One could even make out the

warm neck, and beneath his fingers, he felt the rhythmic throbbing of her heartbeat conveyed through the

vigorous heartbeat. The depths of Caleb’s

couldn’t help but entertain the thought… of

heavy. The scent of sandalwood from the rosary beads on Caleb’s

her dream, she experienced a sensation of something bitter being

a faint,

tender murmur aimed to soothe her unease. Just

deep slumber. She was feeling feverish

felt much better as the uncomfortable sensation

the room was immersed in

didn’t like waking up in the middle of the night, as it often brought about a

on filming. She would often wake up to pitch–black darkness after her naps. The habit of encountering such

she came to the realization

mused, “I suppose Caleb must have

take a shower

brimming with clothes,

comfortable long–sleeved dress from the collection. She layered it with a delicate–colored cardigan that accentuated her youthful

her promptly, “Ms. Larson, you’re awake. How are you feeling now!” “Much better. Thankfully, the headache is gone,

they’ve