Lucius suddenly broke the silence. "Maddy, Liliana's injuries are drastically worse than yours. Both of her legs have suffered catastrophic comminuted fractures, and the infection is severe. After those men beat her, they tossed her into a landfill. The doctors over there are warning that she might need an immediate amputation."
Madeline found the entire speech laughable. "Why are you telling me this? What does her karma have to do with me?"
Lucius pressed on. "It's true that if Liliana hadn't complained to Arthur, he wouldn't have forced Leo to be sent away. The boy even asked me a few times if he was losing his father. Maddy, I truly believe the boy acted on his own. It was a childish prank that went horribly wrong. He had no idea the consequences would be this severe, and I've already disciplined him harshly. You don't ever have to look at him or raise him again. But the point is, Liliana had absolutely no direct involvement in your fall."
Disciplined?
Madeline stared down at her entirely unresponsive legs. What good was "discipline"?
Would it magically make her stand up?
Madeline already knew Lucius would never hold Liliana accountable, but his sheer desperation to absolve his mistress was sickening.
A blind man could see that a child wouldn't orchestrate such a malicious act without adult manipulation. Yet Lucius claimed he couldn't see it?
Or was he just willfully blind?
Madeline narrowed her eyes, wondering where this elaborate setup was going.
Then Lucius delivered the killing blow. "Madeline, you took your revenge out on the wrong person."
Madeline's heart seized.
She jerked her head up, glaring fiercely into Lucius's eyes. "Are you accusing me of ordering a hit on your precious childhood sweetheart? So now you've come to punish me on her behalf?"
She had drastically underestimated his shamelessness.
Hot tears of fury pooled in Madeline's eyes. "Even strangers understand the concept of waiting their turn. But because I have the absolute misfortune of being your wife, I don't even have that basic right?"
"That's not what this is," Lucius insisted. "What I'm saying is, Liliana's condition is infinitely worse than yours. She needs him more. And since you are the ultimate reason she was attacked, you should feel some sense of guilt. The right thing to do is let her have the surgery first."
Madeline couldn't hold back a bitter, furious laugh. "I'm the reason? I should feel guilty? Lucius, are you completely deranged? I am your wife. She is the homewrecker who relentlessly terrorized my marriage and manipulated a child into crippling me. Who is the real villain here?"
Lucius was rendered entirely speechless. He stared heavily at Madeline for a long, suffocating moment.
Finally, he let out a harsh, freezing breath, his face hardening into a mask of pure apathy. "You know perfectly well that without my signature, they will never wheel you into that operating room."

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