Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 261

Over the next few days, Quentin didn't just take immaculate care of her.

He also brought in Sebastian St. John to personally tutor her in corporate management, teaching her exactly how to wield and control her massive wealth.

Madeline absorbed the knowledge like a sponge. In the past, her sole focus had been on technology.

Because of that, she frequently failed to navigate the complex dynamics between herself and her subordinates.

This resulted in a team that not only disrespected her leadership but constantly convinced themselves they were more capable than she was.

She used to hoard all the responsibilities, rushing to do everything herself.

Meanwhile, others effortlessly stole the credit for her hard work.

And worse, they genuinely began to believe their success was due to their own brilliance.

That was exactly why, the moment Madeline left, they arrogantly assumed they could handle everything on their own.

The reality was, they couldn't even manage the most basic foundational tasks, causing the tech projects to systematically collapse one by one.

Madeline found the lessons incredibly enlightening.

Sebastian was equally thrilled, realizing she possessed an incredible natural talent.

The ruthless corporate genius of Rosemary Monroe was practically hardwired into her DNA.

Spotting Sebastian walking into the room, Madeline immediately stood up out of deep respect. "Mr. St. John, what are we diving into today?"

Sebastian smiled warmly. "We're taking the day off today. Quentin has finished his business and returned."

The moment Madeline saw Quentin, her eyes lit up at the sight of his towering physique and strikingly handsome face.

He was waiting right there, draped in a sleek black coat and leaning casually against the wall, holding a steaming mug of her favorite warm milk.

His tall, impeccably tailored figure stood there in absolute silence.

He looked somewhat isolated, almost radiating a quiet, lingering vulnerability.

But Madeline had absolutely no idea that he had been standing at that door, intensely watching her, for a very long time.

Truthfully, this wasn't the first time Quentin had done this; he had done it countless times before.

Back when she used to constantly try to win Lucius over, meticulously preparing endless gifts for him...

Quentin would stand in the shadows exactly like this, quietly fixating on her from a place she couldn't see.

Madeline never noticed back then.

But today, she finally saw him.

It seemed those memories had been entirely buried by her psyche because the trauma was simply too devastating to bear.

So, even with the truth laid bare before her, she only had a conceptual understanding of his pain. She couldn't genuinely empathize with the sheer, soul-crushing weight of it.

She couldn't viscerally feel the agonizing heartbreak of losing her parents, her beloved relatives, and the childhood companion who had been closer to her than a brother.

She truly wanted to remember. She had racked her brain relentlessly, desperately trying to force the memories of Quentin to the surface. But the moment a vague shape began to form, exhaustion would take over, and she'd tell herself she'd try again tomorrow.

And by the time she woke up, the blurry fragments would be gone again.

Living in the reality of it all was simply too agonizing.

Especially when her thoughts drifted toward the violent deaths of her parents and his.

An inexplicable, paralyzing terror would grip her, though she had no idea why.

She instinctively felt there was some horrific, unacceptable secret buried there.

And Quentin was clearly refusing to give her the full picture.

Even the two photos he showed her had been meticulously curated.

To Madeline, Quentin was her legal husband.