Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 143

Madeline's surgery went smoothly.

With her fractures realigned, a faint sensation finally returned to her lower limbs. They still felt swollen and numb, leaving her unable to move them.

Dr. Dyson assured her that this was actually a positive sign and told her not to worry. He reported that the operation had been a complete success and that, with proper rehabilitation, her mobility should be fully restored.

Madeline was thrilled. Amidst her joy, she couldn't help but think about how furious Lucius must have been when he saw her message.

Regardless of whether it was from a business perspective or a personal one, she had done all she could for him.

Moving forward, they would walk their separate paths. If Lucius wanted to marry Liliana, she wouldn't say a single word against it.

While lost in thought, Madeline suddenly caught a faint scent—a crisp, slightly bitter fragrance. She lifted her head.

She saw the door click open gently. A servant walked in and arranged a fresh bouquet of trimmed flowers into a vase.

It turned out there was mint mixed in.

The servant removed the wilted flowers.

Today's blooms were exceptionally beautiful.

It had been a few days since Madeline arrived at this castle in a small German town.

When she first arrived, she noticed the estate boasted an enormous garden. It was filled with a diverse array of impeccably maintained flowers and around fifteen or sixteen towering trees. Each tree looked like the magnificent sycamore from the movie Flipped—massive and lush.

Madeline had been constantly keeping an eye out for any new arrivals.

She figured that since this castle was owned by Mr. Prescott, he would at least drop by to check on things.

Yet up until now, she hadn't seen a single sign of him.

He probably wasn't coming, she mused.

This castle was likely just one of his many unremarkable properties. Even though the garden was filled with rare flowers and each of those stunning trees was worth millions of dollars, it meant nothing to a man of his wealth.

Maybe he had forgotten about her the moment he arranged for her care.

The moment she woke up, they would adjust the room's temperature and humidity, help her change out of her pajamas, dress her for the day, change her surgical dressings, administer her injections, and prepare her medications.

When it was time to eat, they prepared over a dozen dishes—ranging from Asian fusion to Western cuisine. Every dish was her favorite, providing such an overwhelming feast that she could barely finish it all, right down to the fresh fruit platters.

To the north of the castle lay a vast grassy slope that stretched toward distant mountains. The scenery was breathtaking, and Madeline found her days incredibly peaceful.

Under Dr. Dyson's care, sensation slowly returned to her legs, though they weren't yet fully agile.

While Madeline focused on her peaceful rehabilitation, Lucius was hopping between hospitals across multiple countries, desperately searching for her.

He scoured every single hospital.

He wanted to find Madeline and properly make amends.

Every time he closed his eyes, the memory of the devastating pain and utter despair in Madeline's gaze prevented him from finding any rest.

It felt as suffocating as swallowing broken glass.