The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 81

Zach was contemplating where she might be hiding. However, before long, Jadie’s voice broke the silence, directing Zach’s attention to a figure standing near a large truck. “Zach, look! It’s Madelyn,” Jadie exclaimed, her voice tinged with both surprise and concern.

Slowing down the vehicle, Zach saw Madelyn getting into the vehicle.

“Goodness gracious, why is Madelyn leaving with strangers? Has something happened to her? Should we contact the police?” Jadie’s words tumbled out in a rush, her concern palpable.

Zach averted his eyes, a contemplative silence enveloping him as he focused on the task of driving. “No need,” he finally replied, his voice subdued.

“Are you saying we should we just leave her be like that?”

Zach remained silent, his attention steadfastly fixed on the road ahead.

As the truck accelerated, its tires kicking up a cloud of dust, the distance between them and Madelyn swiftly expanded. Jadie could sense the car picking up speed, and a part of her longed for Zach to slow down, if only for a moment. Yet, she understood that he was determined to pursue the truck, leaving her no choice but to endure the increasingly intense ride.

As their car approached the traffic light, it abruptly switched from green to red, signaling them to stop. Zach, however, made a bold decision to run the red light, racing through the intersection. Yet, as he skillfully maneuvered around the corner, they were met with a disheartening sight-the truck they had been chasing had vanished without a trace.

quivered with uncertainty. She looked at Zach in a panic only

swirled with a blend of frustration and suspicion. ‘Madelyn Jent,

mirror, her heart pounding with a sense of relief. They

she had said she wanted to leave. She

to be beaten

Explaining her situation to them, Madelyn lied to them that she had engaged in a heated argument with her father and was now determined to search for her long-lost mother. Sympathetic to her

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forty-minute drive, Madelyn found herself standing in front of the decrepit

and bidding the couple farewell, Madelyn embarked on her solitary path. Relying on her memory, she navigated through the desolate

found a very familiar sign

elevators in this building, and she had to take

the way, Madelyn had lost a slipper and so she limped as she walked, and

hurt a little.

she found the house number she was looking

found the key under the flowerpot on the balcony

I never seen you before?” A forty-odd year-old woman suddenly walked out from one of the other units, with a basin of clothes