Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 219

Silas's gaze was ice cold. "Lucius, polygamy isn't legal here. Standing by Liliana's bed, you play the devoted husband, but the second you step out the door, you expect to play Madeline's husband again? Don't you find yourself utterly ridiculous?"

Lucius had been choking on his fury this entire time.

Seeing Silas and Madeline inseparable—especially in the OB-GYN ward of all places—made him feel completely cuckolded.

He had wanted to explode earlier, but he had held back because Liliana's medical status was still up in the air.

Now that Liliana was out of the woods, Lucius felt he didn't have to tolerate this for another second.

He had to teach Silas a brutal lesson.

Lucius snarled, "Mr. Hayden, my business with my wife has nothing to do with you. I haven't even left the building and you're already trying to steal my woman right in front of my face? You're a despicable bastard."

Silas wasn't about to hold back either. Who did Lucius think he was? He had knocked up Liliana, was actively planning a wedding with her, and yet he still thought he could police Madeline?

He didn't back down an inch. "And what if I insist on making it my business?"

The next second, the two men were brawling in the middle of the hospital corridor.

The police arrived in record time.

Madeline had made the call. She stood in the center of the hallway, gripping her phone tightly, her fingertips trembling.

On the floor, the two men were locked in a violent struggle. The buttons on Silas's tailored suit had been ripped off, and a thin line of blood seeped from the corner of Lucius's mouth. Neither refused to let go.

Two men who could effortlessly shake the corporate world with a single word were now thrashing like cornered beasts fighting over territory.

Brawling under the harsh, sterile lights of the OB-GYN ward, they looked like absolute wrecks.

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Two uniformed police officers sprinted over, each grabbing one of the men. It took massive effort to finally pry them apart.

Even as he was hauled back, Lucius thrashed against the officer's grip, his eyes locked dead on Silas, his chest heaving violently.

Silas, on the other hand, regained his composure almost instantly. He adjusted his skewed tie, a cold, aristocratic smirk playing on his lips.

The innate elegance practically radiating from his bones made it look as if he hadn't just been rolling on the floor throwing punches.

"We got a report of a physical altercation. All three of you, come with us to the station."

The older officer swept his gaze over the trio, letting his eyes linger on Madeline for an extra second.

Inside the mediation room at the station, a middle-aged officer sat behind a scarred desk, taking notes with a pen.

The fluorescent lights were blindingly white, illuminating a red-and-white banner on the wall that read: 'Peace is a Priority.'

"Who threw the first punch?"

"He did," Silas answered calmly.

Lucius didn't bother to deny it. The bleeding at the corner of his mouth had stopped, leaving a stark, dark red smear against his jawline.

The officer looked between the two of them. "Do you know each other?"

"Yes," Lucius said, his voice raw and raspy. "He's my wife's business partner."

"Watch your words," Madeline suddenly cut in, her voice so terrifyingly flat she didn't even sound like she was talking about her own life. "We are currently going through divorce proceedings. I am no longer your wife."

Lucius looked like he had just been violently slapped across the face.

He turned to stare at her, his eyes rimmed with red. His Adam's apple bobbed heavily a few times before he forced down the bitter lump rising in his throat.

The officer furrowed his brows, clearly piecing together the messy reality of the situation.