The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 1228

Blake gazed at her phone resting on the bathroom sink. It vibrated with a new message from Liam, reading: [You’ve just returned. Take a few days to rest at home. I can manage things at the office for now.]

As she read the message, Blake’s thoughts drifted to Cecilia’s suggestion of marrying Liam to prevent further crimes. She recalled learning about the dark history of Madelyn’s family from Simon. The Jent family had been a prominent force in Ventropolis, respected by high-ranking officials. Yet, their behind-the-scenes actions were far from honorable.

Lost in these thoughts, Blake suddenly felt dizzy. Her hand reached out to brace herself against the sink. Flashbacks of a dark basement flooded her mind, echoing with the cries of a young girl no older than six or seven devouring a bun given by a shadowy figure.

The cacophony of the memories overwhelmed Blake. She clutched her head as a piercing pain surged through her. She endured the excruciating sensation, which eventually ebbed away after half a

minute.

‘What was that place? Why am I only remembering it now? Who was that man, and why can’t I recall more?’ Blake wondered, bewildered.

A maid entered with freshly laundered clothes and expressed concern when she noticed Blake’s pale complexion, “Ms. Dion, are you alright? Is it your headache again? Let me get you some medicine.”

Blake had suffered severe headaches in the past, but they had been dormant for years. The maid returned promptly with two white pills,

ease.

with water. Gradually,

if it gets worse,

the suggestion with a shake of her head, “I’ll be

right now. Just let me know if you need to

Blake touched the cold sweat on her forehead, feeling as if that brief moment of pain had drained her. She decided to lie

up. Simon, looking unwell, emerged with Grace supporting

well now, better than before. Fred seems decent enough to be taking

of her.”

all people,

the Turner family?”

agitation. He started coughing violently,

his

soothe him, patting his back, “What’s done is done. Mya is safe, and that’s what matters. Remember what