The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 1272

Madelyn wondered, ‘Why’d Zach allow Jardin Corporation’s shares to be sold? Is he still unconscious in the hospital?’

On the vast seaside, waves were surging and crashing against the shore. There was a little girl with a ponytail. She was around eight years old, barefoot, and wearing clothes made of seaweed and fish skin. She was holding a necklace made of seashells. The girl unsteadily walked up to Madelyn and spoke in fluent Roshyian.

This location was in a secluded village. The village was built very close to the mountain. The little girl said to Madelyn, “Hi. This bracelet is for you.”

According to local legend, this place used to be a barren desert. Once the daughter of a god made a grievous mistake and as punishment, was sentenced to wander here for eternity. She could not find a water source and eventually died of thirst, her body turning into the sea that surrounded and nourished this area. The people here believed that the seashells and conches they found in this place were blessed, and if they were made into jewelry and given to someone, it would bring blessings and protection to that person.

Here, giving someone a seashell bracelet was not just an expression of feelings but also a way of courtship.

a text from Kai: [The person really liked

typing on her phone. She wanted to ask Kai about Zach’s situation. It had been so long, and she had not revealed any information about Zach to any media outlets. The only news about Zach was on the day after their wedding when an official account falsely claimed that Madelyn and Zach were

that, there had not been

causing both their bodies to be covered in blood, including her hands. That night, no matter how she washed her hands, she could not get rid of the blood stains

Kai the question on her mind:

said,

photos with her phone and shared them online using a private account. She had posted pictures of her life using this account in recent days, documenting her activities. Her profile picture was just an ordinary ocean. All

breeze tousled her hair and lifted her skirt as she walked with the barefoot little girl. Then, Madelyn’s phone vibrated, and she looked at the message: [He’ll wake up very soon, don’t worry. Live

of the guilt she had been carrying with her. The place she was at was safe, and isolated from the

free and