Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 118

Though they were similar in build, Silas had spent his early years studying abroad in a notoriously rough neighborhood. He had taken up boxing in his spare time, making it the academic's only real hobby.

Lucius's nose instantly began to bleed from the blows. Silas grabbed him by the collar, hauled him up, and roared, "You son of a bitch! You paralyzed Madeline, you absolute piece of trash!"

Silas had connections in the city. On his way over, he had urgently contacted the head of the testing department and already knew Madeline's devastating diagnosis.

The sheer agony of it had stripped away his usual rationality. He was a man who never resorted to violence, but when it came to a monster like Lucius, he didn't give a damn about his polished, professional image.

Lucius's head was already spinning.

Hearing Silas's roar, the reality finally sank in—Silas was beating him because Madeline's life was genuinely destroyed.

He opened his mouth to defend himself, but no sound came out.

How could he even justify it? He knew perfectly well the Whitman family would bury the truth, and Silas would likely never know what really happened.

He could always claim she tripped on her own, but would Silas ever believe that?

Lucius wasn't entirely sure just how intimate Madeline and Silas really were, but he refused to believe it was purely professional. He suspected there was something romantic between them.

If that was the case, had Madeline told Silas about the humiliation Liliana had put her through recently? Had she mentioned the sickening phone call?

Lucius's brow was split open, blood trickling down into his eye. He blinked rapidly and decided to tell the truth.

"It was the boy Madeline was raising, my illegitimate son. Without my knowledge, he scattered glass marbles on the stairs and asked her to fetch his ball. She stepped on one and fell."

"Do you even believe your own lies? If Madeline doesn't make a full recovery, I will sacrifice everything I have to make you pay."

Disgusted, Silas shoved Lucius away and turned toward Madeline's room.

Madeline was breathing through an oxygen mask. The doctors had treated her broken ribs, but she would require supplemental oxygen for a while. Her body was covered in bruises and lacerations, and she had yet to regain consciousness.

Looking at her battered, broken form, Silas couldn't even begin to fathom the heartbreak and despair she must have suffered before passing out.

This marriage had brought her nothing but endless tears. She had been so close to escaping it. Just yesterday, she had texted him, relieved that her marriage was finally ending in a few days so she could focus entirely on her career. He had been so genuinely happy for her, yet here she was, struck down on the very eve of her freedom, robbed of her mobility forever.

Silas had no idea how she was going to face reality when she finally woke up.