The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 450

Madelyn assured, “Starting today, I’ll be the one paying your monthly salary.”

Margaret gave her thigh a reassuring pat and responded, “Okay, I’ll call a locksmith right away. If Mr. Jardin questions me later, please back me up. I still have my family to support.”

Madelyn nodded in agreement, saying, “Of course, I will.”

After approximately two to three hours, Margaret returned to the hospital, visibly perspiring. She reported, “The front door lock has been changed, and I’ve reset the password as per your instructions.”

Madelyn expressed her gratitude, “Thank you for your prompt action.”

Margaret humbly replied, “Well, you’re paying me. It’s my job.”

Madelyn changed out of the hospital gown before quickly completing the discharge procedures. She paid the medical expenses with the bank card Hayson gave her. Hayson would send her money every month. And since she did not usually spend much, she had quite a lot of savings.

she exited the ward and stepped into the corridor, Margaret encountered Jadie, who was assisting Rosario walk out of the elevator. Madelyn

approached Madelyn and said, “Madelyn… Have you come to visit me

take good care of your health.” With

trusted completely, only to discover that she had been deeply betrayed. She couldn’t bring herself to forgive Rosario for her actions. She couldn’t simply pretend that nothing had

Jadie exclaimed, “Rosario! Somebody, call a doctor,

fainted. Doctor, come

Kai, wearing a white coat, managed to halt them and stepped inside. He casually remarked, “Madelyn, what a coincidence. Where are

Her inner thoughts raced, ‘He’s a total embarrassment to the medical field. He shouldn’t be wearing that coat

as the elevator reached the ground floor, Madelyn walked toward the entrance and left

the Jent residence at Southern Haven

added security, but there was also a security gate at the main entrance. Without a remote control, no

signaled the

the familiar yet strangely distant mansion, a flood of emotions washed over her, mingled with a sense of isolation. This had been her home for many years,

the staircase railing, fatigue in her voice as she instructed, “Clear out all the rooms except for Father and Jasmine’s. Get rid of

to push people away?‘ Margaret wondered