Silas reacted instantly, shoving Madeline out of the way.
The teacup missed her entirely, shattering against the floor with a sharp crash.
Silas glanced at the broken shards and then at Madeline, who he had shielded behind him, breathing a sigh of relief.
By now, the old woman's wheelchair had been pushed right up to them.
Eleanor lashed out, spitting her words with venom. "Look what you did to Liliana! How dare a little tramp like you bully her? You clearly have no respect for me. Outrageous!"
She screamed until she was blue in the face.
Despite the crowd of passing patients and doctors, no one dared to intervene. It was obvious the wall of bodyguards surrounding the old woman was not to be messed with.
Eleanor raised her gold-tipped cane, intending to strike Madeline, but Silas abruptly caught it mid-air. "Mrs. Prescott, things are not what you think."
Eleanor glared at Silas with furious eyes, let out a cold scoff, and turned her face away.
Madeline spoke up, "Mrs. Prescott, I had absolutely nothing to do with Liliana's injuries. In fact, I was concerned about her, which is why Silas and I came to check on her."
Lucius had just returned from the hospital room. He had only stepped inside because the nurses needed to brief him on a few medical details.
The room was just upstairs. When he overheard the nurses whispering about an old lady trying to attack someone, he immediately rushed over, only to catch Madeline explaining that she and Silas were just there to visit Liliana.
His dark mood instantly lightened. Madeline hadn't lied; nothing physical had happened between her and Silas.
Lucius didn't want Eleanor giving Madeline a hard time either.
Eleanor gritted her teeth. "Trying to trick us? You evil little homewrecker, I'll beat you to death today, you little demon."
With that, she ordered her bodyguards to teach Madeline a harsh lesson.
Once those bodyguards struck, they wouldn't hold back until their target was half-dead. Madeline had already experienced their brutality once, and her face drained of color.
She still had vivid nightmares about the slap that gave her a concussion and left her vomiting for hours.
Eleanor's hatred for Madeline felt completely irrational.
From the moment they first met at the Whitman estate, Eleanor had despised her. She was deeply superstitious and believed this woman was a jinx.
And today, Grant had come crying the moment he walked in, blaming Madeline for Liliana's miscarriage scare.

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