Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 255

Madeline was stunned. She had absolutely no memory of this in her mind.

Amidst her shock, she couldn't help but ask, "Is this... you and me?"

Quentin nodded silently.

Madeline's jaw dropped. It turned out that the recurring dream of two children playing on the swings was actually a real childhood memory.

The memories that had been erased when she revisited that place had been manifesting in her dreams.

But then a sudden realization hit her...

"Wait... your publicly listed age says you're... you're sixteen years older than me. But you're actually... you're actually..."

"I'm only one year older than you," Quentin said, his gaze deepening.

His true age was merely a year apart from Madeline's.

He had faked his age by fifteen years.

Madeline had looked into Quentin before, discovering that he had made a name for himself incredibly early.

Nine years ago, he had founded Thunderbolt Capital, blazing a legendary trail and amassing an incalculable fortune.

But if that was true, he would have been only eighteen at the time.

Madeline easily guessed the reason. "Was it for business?"

Of course, it wasn't just for business; it was to strike fear into his corporate rivals. No one in the cutthroat financial world would respect or take an eighteen-year-old kid seriously.

Yet, his mind had always been far more mature than his actual age.

Quentin's silence confirmed her theory.

Madeline sat in stunned disbelief for a long time. She never imagined that Quentin had possessed such a warm, radiant side as a child.

It was obvious from the photo that this boy was full of life. His arm was casually draped over Madeline's shoulders, looking exactly like a devoted protector holding his precious girl. His pale skin caught the vibrant, stained-glass light of the castle, painting him in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Seated in front of the four young adults was an elderly man with snow-white hair, long limbs, and an aura of absolute authority.

Madeline guessed who it was: her grandfather, and Quentin's grandfather.

Quentin's grandfather, Alistair Prescott Sr., was a legendary founding general whose photo would immediately pop up with a quick internet search. He had been sworn brothers with Madeline's grandfather, Arthur Monroe.

That was why Alistair had taken in Arthur's only orphaned daughter.

Madeline's trembling fingers gently traced the faces of her parents in the photograph, and she couldn't stop the tears from overflowing.

Quentin reached out, his thumb softly wiping the tears tracking down her cheeks.

"The people in this photo..." Madeline whispered, looking up at him through her tears.

"We are the only ones left," Quentin said.

Madeline gasped in horror. Quentin had hidden all his family's records, so she had absolutely no idea about anyone else's fate aside from her parents' fatal car crash.