Betrayed by the Father Reborn in His Rival's Arms novel Chapter 376

"Quentin, my head hurts so much. Can you carry me to the car and take me home?"

Her large eyes were brimming with tears.

Her soft, pleading tone sent a jolt straight through Quentin.

Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms.

He gently laid her in the passenger seat.

Madeline slept the entire ride back.

When they arrived at the mansion...

He lifted her once more.

And carried her straight to the bed in the master suite.

His phone buzzed.

Not wanting to wake her, he stepped out.

He quietly pulled the door shut.

Quentin answered the call from his security chief.

Listening to the report, it all clicked into place.

He hadn't expected Eleanor to move so fast.

The moment the attackers were hauled into the precinct...

Someone walked in and confessed to the crime.

The man turning himself in was Donovan.

"Mr. Prescott, should we keep digging?" the bodyguard asked. "Should we have Commissioner Garrett sweat the guy who confessed?"

Quentin's expression was pitch black.

"If it's Donovan who walked in, don't bother interrogating him. The man's made of iron. Anyone else might give up the old woman, but he never will. Let him keep his dignity and have the precinct close the case quickly."

Quentin knew exactly how this played out.

Digging deeper wouldn't yield any results.

But Eleanor had just lost her most capable right-hand man.

There wasn't a second Donovan waiting in the wings.

He had effectively chopped off one of her arms.

Quentin's thoughts drifted back to Madeline's unusual state.

He was terrified that regaining all her memories at once would fracture her mind.

After all, a decade of lost memories had just flooded back.

The emotional weight of those memories was staggering.

Madeline was only in her twenties, meaning those ten years made up over a third of her entire life's memories.

For many people, suddenly recovering from long-term amnesia caused severe side effects.

Fragmented flashbacks, disrupted timelines, chronic migraines, dizziness, and violent emotional swings were all common symptoms.

Clearly, Madeline was experiencing a severe case.

Quentin immediately brought in a top-tier psychiatrist specializing in memory recovery.

When Madeline woke up, she underwent an intensive therapy session.

She cried several times.

Once the doctor left...

Before Quentin could even step forward to comfort her...

She closed the distance, wrapping her arms around him.

"Quentin, I had so many nightmares."

Her eyes were slightly red-rimmed, looking utterly heartbreaking.

"What kind of nightmares?"

"I dreamt my parents died..."

"That wasn't a dream. It's the truth."

It was incredibly cruel to confirm it.

But it was necessary to prevent future psychological breakdowns.

The psychiatrist had strictly instructed Quentin to answer every question truthfully if he knew the answer.

Otherwise, her mental confusion could spiral into split personalities.

Madeline spoke again. "I dreamt Simon risked his life pulling me out of a burning car."

Quentin nodded. "I asked him to. He always adored you, so he saved you."