Back in Time to Fall for Him novel Chapter 123

Madison didn't stay unconscious for long. By noon, she woke up.

She stared at the familiar white ceiling in a daze until everything from before she fainted came rushing back. She jolted upright but instantly regretted it. The sudden motion triggered the dizziness and nausea all over again, forcing her to lean over the bed and retch.

Just then, a quiet sigh sounded above her.

Madison looked up with watery eyes and saw Sam rise from the chair beside her. Dressed in a black suit, he walked to the cabinet and poured her a cup of warm water.

"Drink some water. It'll help."

He held the cup out to her. The moment she saw the steam rising from it, her already swollen eyes turned red again.

"Thank you," Madison whispered, taking it and sipping carefully.

An uncomfortable silence settled between them. Sam returned to his chair, watching her with a solemn expression, unsure of how to start.

After thinking for a moment, he finally broke the silence. "This incident was my grandfather's fault. You suffered because of him, but I'll take care of it. It won't happen again."

Her hand paused mid-air. She looked up, stunned. "What do you mean? What does any of this have to do with Mr. Goodwin Senior?"

Wasn't it the people from Mudward Isle who took her?

Before she could piece it together, Sam explained, "I've already investigated it. All of it was a setup by my grandfather.

"He knew Johnny owed you tens of millions, so he tempted him into installing surveillance on you. He planned to leak company secrets through you at the critical moment."

Madison stared at him, speechless. Not once had she suspected William. Almost without thinking, she whispered, "Why… would he do that?"

Sam hesitated for several seconds. Then he said quietly, "Because he wanted you gone."

Gone?

Madison thought about it, and the more she replayed events, the more it made sense. And the realization terrified her. William had quietly crafted an entire trap right under her nose.

The scariest part was that she didn't notice a thing.

Then another realization struck her. Was William the one who killed Sam in her previous life?

If he was, then it explained why he hadn't reacted when Sam died. Of course, he didn't. He was the one who had arranged it.

Watching her lowered head and reddened eyes, Sam felt a twist of discomfort. He rubbed the watch on his wrist without thinking.

The room grew even heavier. Maybe Madison's emotions spiked too hard, because she suddenly gagged. The dizziness hit her again, harder than before.

A thud followed. The cup slipped from her hand and fell straight into the trash bin. Her body swayed and tipped to the side.

Fortunately, Sam reacted fast, catching her before she hit the bedside table. Otherwise, her mild concussion might've turned into a serious one.

"Thank you..." she murmured weakly, leaning against his arm.

Sam pressed his lips together, laid her back down gently, pulled the blanket up, and said softly, "Get some rest. Stop overthinking."

Madison hummed in reply, but she couldn't bring herself to close her eyes. She stared at him, wanting so badly to ask whether his appearing here and uncovering everything meant he no longer blamed her.

But the words caught in her throat.

She was afraid the answer wouldn't be the one she wanted. Because this time, Sam truly intended to draw a line between them.