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.

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

Lana’s long hair.

arms and took his hand. She replied, “Yes. I know you’re busy, and you haven’t eaten. I saved some food for you.

convenience of visiting family. He said, “You shouldn’t be

do,” Lana assured Kai, offering a comforting smile. “I know you worry, but rest assured, I’ll be

plates and utensils? I can

and utensils from the

You eat first, then take

table set with four

from the

drumstick back into the bowl. “I don’t