Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 254

After Quentin left the room, Madeline realized just how deeply she had come to rely on him.

Sometimes his words stung, but everything he did revealed just how much he truly cared for her.

Whenever she was unwell, he took meticulous care of her, treating her exceptionally well.

She had a vague sense that this man harbored profound feelings for her, though she couldn't be entirely sure.

With him gone, she found herself wondering about the gap in her memories—what exactly had their relationship been like back then?

Because feelings like his didn't just appear out of nowhere.

Previously, Madeline suspected Quentin's actions were driven by some connection to her mother.

But she later dismissed the idea, realizing he had never actually brought her mother up.

Outside the room, a secretary handed Quentin a piece of security footage.

"Sir, these are the files you asked us to extract by hacking into all the hidden cameras connected to the estate's Wi-Fi. We found this video... it's highly explicit."

Quentin didn't even need to look at it to know exactly what had happened.

The last time Madeline was drugged, Quentin had ordered his team to hack into every camera on the estate's network.

His original intention was to secure any footage that might have been used against Madeline, but they stumbled upon an unexpected discovery.

The secretary had brought it straight to him the moment they found it.

A faint smirk tugged at his lips, as if he had just thought of something highly entertaining.

"When are the Whitmans hosting the wedding for Liliana?"

"In three days, sir," the secretary replied.

Quentin nodded slowly. "Then I suppose it's worth making an appearance."

With a dismissive wave, he sent the secretary away and turned back toward Madeline's bedroom.

He didn't want to keep her waiting for long.

Pushing the door open, he found Madeline sitting up in bed. Although she looked exhausted, there was an undeniable allure about her.

She was slightly drowsy, her cheeks flushed like a perfectly ripe peach beneath the warm glow of the bedside lamp, radiating a captivating charm.

The background looked like a castle. It was incredibly familiar.

Madeline suddenly remembered—it was the study in that German castle she had stayed in.

Except the furnishings in the photo were newer and far more luxurious, adorned with gold fixtures and an array of dazzling decorations.

The boy in the picture looked to be no older than ten.

His facial features were unmistakably a young Quentin, but his eyes were crinkled into a bright smile, his lips curved with pure happiness.

He looked like an entirely different person from the cold, unsmiling man sitting right in front of her.

The boy was undeniably handsome, his features refined, though his softer jawline gave him an adorable charm.

The little girl beside him was smiling even wider.

Her large, bright eyes sparkled like stars, and she didn't look much younger than the boy next to her.

The little girl's facial structure and features looked exactly like Madeline.