The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 827

Zach savored the last bite of the pastinas that Margaret had brought him, ‘Madelyn had always loved the pastinas made by Rosario. Her taste is still the same.’

Outside, the snow that had stopped for a while began to fall heavily again. Big, feather-like flakes landed in profusion, covering the ground with a thick layer that sparkled with a silvery white glow.

With hope filling his voice, Zach said, “I’ve invested in a cancer research institute. Kai is involved, too. You’ll be fine in no time. In just a few more weeks, Dalton will start talking, and he will call you Mama… Don’t you want to watch our child grow up? Madelyn, don’t keep me waiting for too long.”

Madelyn’s post-surgery scars on her head had healed, but she was still in a coma. Zach lay beside her, his body cold despite being fully clothed. He shut his eyes, taking in the scent of her skin. He thought perhaps this was the only way he could find some semblance of peace.

Zach had never felt such torment. He had managed to wait for Madelyn through the four years she had been away from the capital. But these past three months had nearly broken him. It was a torment like he had never known.

Meanwhile, in a hospital ward not far from Madelyn’s, Lana’s belly was slightly rounded. She stared around, her gaze unfocused as though she were waiting for someone. The sound of footsteps echoed from the doorway. A hint of a smile finally touched her otherwise expressionless face.

softly, “I’ve been waiting for you so long. Where have you been? Andrew, I’ve missed you so

before raising his hand to stroke Lana’s

replied, “Yes. I know you’re busy,

walked into the kitchen area of the VIP hospital suite, furnished for the convenience of visiting

assured Kai, offering a comforting smile. “I

“Andrew, could you get the plates and utensils? I can share a meal

and utensils from the sanitized cupboard, then helped Lana with

You eat first,

at a table set with

the other to offer a chicken drumstick to Kai from the soup, “By the way, Andrew, has the girl in

pushing the chicken drumstick back into the bowl. “I don’t like chicken