Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 248

Madeline broke down into gut-wrenching sobs.

For a terrifying second, she truly believed she was going to die in this filthy garage.

Wasting no time, Quentin scooped her up and carried her to his car.

The engine roared to life, leading the convoy while the van carrying Milo and Grant trailed behind.

The convoy sped from the outskirts of the city to the coastal highway, eventually pulling up to the docks where a colossal luxury yacht awaited.

Quentin looked down at the girl who had fallen into an exhausted sleep against his chest.

His men had already brutally interrogated Grant in the back of the van. The man had sung like a canary, confessing to everything.

He admitted to orchestrating the initial home invasion with Milo, as well as executing today's kidnapping plot.

He confessed to drugging Madeline outside The Radiology Wing and dragging her to this godforsaken rural chop shop in a cab.

All to extort The Digital Recorder from her.

His bodyguards had also reported finding signs of sulfuric acid burns at the scene.

Coupled with the matching gastric tube and massive syringe, it was blatantly obvious Grant had intended to murder her in cold blood.

Although Grant vehemently denied it, the seasoned bodyguards knew a killer's setup when they saw one.

Quentin's arms tightened around her instinctively, holding her so fiercely it was as if he wanted to meld her into his very being.

He couldn't stomach the thought of what would have happened if he had been even a minute late.

The sheer agony of losing her was something he couldn't bring himself to face; even entertaining the thought made him physically sick.

Quentin carried Madeline onto the yacht, issuing cold orders for his men to drag Milo and Grant aboard.

The yacht was fully equipped with top-tier medical staff and an entire private clinic. By the time Madeline's examinations were complete, it was three in the morning, and the vessel was cruising steadily toward international waters.

"Mr. Prescott," the lead doctor reported as he emerged.

"Mrs. Prescott inhaled a significant amount of the sedative and sustained various contusions and abrasions to her head, hands, and feet. We've treated her injuries. With proper rest, she will make a full recovery."

"Understood."

Madeline was carefully moved to the yacht's incredibly spacious and luxurious master suite.

She remained in a deep slumber.

Madeline nodded weakly.

After sobbing hysterically into his chest in that garage,

the adrenaline crash and sheer exhaustion had dragged her into a deep sleep.

For the most part, her dreams had been surprisingly peaceful.

It felt like she was resting in a cocoon of safety.

Only to wake up to these unfamiliar, opulent surroundings.

Dim, soothing lights, and the imposing man sitting faithfully by her side.

He looked as though he had been watching over her for hours.

Madeline couldn't help but whisper, "Grant... what about Grant?"

Sensing her lingering fear, a dangerous glint flashed in Quentin's eyes.

"I'll take you to them right now," he said smoothly. "So you can see exactly what happens to those who dare touch you."