Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 370

The doctors inside had already been paid off by Lucius and would turn a blind eye to whatever Seraphina chose to do.

As for Liliana, Lucius had severed every possible avenue she had to call for help from the outside world.

Wyatt voiced a concern. "But will The Prescott Family just accept you locking her up in a psychiatric ward?"

Lucius replied coldly, "She has a medical history. To manipulate me in the past, she forged official diagnoses. All I have to say is that her condition has severely relapsed. As the fiancé chosen by Eleanor, it is my absolute responsibility to ensure she receives proper treatment."

"That works," Wyatt nodded in approval. "Use that as your excuse. Even if they come to visit, you can just have the doctors pump her full of drugs so she genuinely looks insane."

Lucius nodded. "I still haven't figured out the best way to torture her yet. I won't actually let her go crazy. Driving her insane or killing her would be far too easy for her. I want her to stay entirely lucid. She ruined so many years of my life; I'm going to make sure the rest of hers is a living hell."

However, Lucius was still missing a piece of the puzzle. "Why would The Prescott Family drag out a fake heiress and parade her around?"

Wyatt shrugged. "For the inheritance, obviously. What else? They needed a puppet to inherit the assets so they could sign everything over to themselves."

Lucius's expression filled with sorrow. "Does that mean the real heiress is dead?"

"Who knows? With how powerful the Prescotts are, she probably is," Wyatt replied.

He added thoughtfully, "But then again, maybe not. Maybe she's just hiding. Or maybe she's out there somewhere, lost, and they haven't found her yet."

Lucius took a deep breath. "I will never let Liliana steal the inheritance that rightfully belongs to her. I have to find a way to track down the real heiress."

Wyatt looked confused. "Who exactly are you in love with? The heiress, or your ex-wife?"

"Madeline," Lucius answered firmly. "I didn't understand what love was before, but last night, everything finally clicked. The woman I love is Madeline. Just the thought of losing her feels like my heart is being ripped to shreds."

Wyatt pressed further. "And what if you find the real Prescott Heiress, and she demands you marry her as repayment for saving your life? What will you do?"

"I would refuse," Lucius said without hesitation. "I will never make those stupid mistakes ever again."

Wyatt sighed heavily. "There's no point in thinking about this anyway. Madeline is never getting back together with you."

Lucius refused to believe it. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "Why not? She hasn't even married Quentin yet."

Wyatt shook his head. "Whether they're officially married or not doesn't matter. What matters is that they've already slept together. A woman generally only agrees to that level of intimacy if she acknowledges the man as the future father of her children. It proves she has already decided to start a new marriage with Quentin, instead of hopelessly pining over you like you're fantasizing.

More importantly, Quentin is intensely possessive of what belongs to him. To take back several luxury hotels recently, I heard he completely ruined the rival family. His ruthlessness isn't just a rumor. Whether it's for her sake or your own, you need to keep this child a secret. Consider it the price you have to pay for everything you've done in the past."

Wyatt laid out the reality from both a personal and practical standpoint.

Hearing Wyatt's words, Lucius's heart completely turned to ash.

He had indeed felt a desperate urge to reveal the truth about the child, fantasizing that Madeline would run back into his arms once she realized her baby was alive.

But logic dictated it wouldn't be that simple. Madeline's reaction was the biggest wild card.

And even if Madeline wavered, the world would never allow them to be together again.