Back in Time to Fall for Him novel Chapter 116

Inside the villa on the edge of Portelisse, Madison slouched against the windowsill, a book dangling from her hand like she couldn't be bothered.

Her posture was pure laziness, yet it still looked effortlessly alluring. Soft afternoon light poured over her in a thin, hazy sheet, making her look a little unreal.

Her eyes never tracked the page, as she wasn't actually reading. After watching the place for a full day and night, she had finally pieced together a possible escape route.

The problem was the wolfdogs. Their kennels were way too close to that path, and they could hear everything. One wrong move and Madison would ruin the entire plan.

If she could get her hands on sleeping pills or some kind of anesthetic, she might actually have a shot.

Wait. Maybe she could.

A plan snapped into place in her mind. She set the book aside and walked out of the room.

Out in the hallway, Madison stopped and looked down at the maids below, her voice going cold as she called, "Bring me a bottle of red wine."

"On it." One of the maids headed straight for the wine cabinet, and a minute later, she carried a bottle into the study.

Madison waited a full hour before finally taking a small sip. Then she poured almost two-thirds of what was left into the toilet.

When she was done, she walked out of the bathroom with the bottle. She headed for the balcony and acted completely wasted.

She pretended to lose her grip, letting the bottle smash against the floor, and screamed like it actually hurt.

The bodyguards downstairs heard the crash. They froze for a beat before sprinting into the villa, reaching the study as fast as they could.

As soon as they rushed in, they found Madison on the floor. She was clutching her left ankle, fresh blood seeping between her fingers.

The lead bodyguard, Timothy Mosley, went rigid, and his expression turned tense. He turned to the man beside him and snapped, "Go get a doctor. Now."

Then he pointed at the maid who had followed them upstairs. "Carry her to the bed."

Madison observed him, studying how he handled everything, a sharp glint sparking in her eyes.

So, Timothy actually had a conscience. He was nothing like the ones back on Mudward Isle.

In her last life, she had hurt herself on purpose just to get away from the disgusting "lessons" they forced on her there.

Instead of calling a doctor, they deliberately worsened her injuries, just to make sure she understood she wasn't allowed to try anything like that again.

Yesterday's suspicion crept back into Madison's mind. What if these people had nothing to do with Mudward Isle at all?

She lowered her eyes, thinking it through.

A doctor arrived a few minutes later. He took one look at her ankle, furrowing his brows. "The cut's pretty deep. It'll need stitches."

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