He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 295

**A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain by Adrian Hale**

**Chapter 295: The Real Savior**

Madilyn stood there, her heart pounding, her mind racing, until Arthur finally disappeared from her view. The moment he was out of sight, an icy realization washed over her—he was truly turning his back on her.

He was doing everything she had explicitly asked him not to do.

The thought of him losing his position as the CEO of Myers Group sent a shiver down her spine. That position was not just a title; it was power, influence, and the very foundation upon which their lives were built.

And then there was Charles… she felt a surge of anger. He had better stay out of Arthur’s way. If not, Madilyn’s jaw clenched, her expression darkening. That secret they shared—her secret—could not see the light of day. It had to remain buried, no matter the cost.

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In the sterile confines of the ICU room, a tense atmosphere hung in the air. Blaine, the renowned neurosurgeon, meticulously examined Charles from head to toe, his brow furrowed in concentration. He had been anxiously waiting outside the door ever since Arthur’s press conference had begun, knowing full well the emotional turmoil it would unleash.

Charles had watched the live stream, of course. The anger and betrayal coursed through him like a raging river. He was well aware of the chaos unfolding outside these walls.

“I need to see Arthur. Call him! Now!” he insisted, his voice rising with urgency, his eyes wide with desperation.

His agitation escalated, and soon he found himself gasping for breath. The medical team sprang into action, performing emergency treatment. Blaine, who had been on standby, rushed into the room with a sense of purpose. Moments later, Charles’s breathing began to steady, his vital signs gradually returning to normal.

“I knew you’d get worked up, so I waited outside,” Blaine remarked, pulling the quilt up around Charles’s shoulders with a practiced ease. He stood beside the bed, a hint of pride in his tone as he continued, “Your body’s been through a lot. The fact that you woke up at all? That just proves how good I am at my job.”

Charles stared at him, speechless, his mind racing. This was Blaine, the world-class neurosurgeon Arthur had spent an exorbitant amount of money to find. He had literally pulled him back from the brink of death.

Gratitude washed over Charles, but Blaine’s words felt like blunt instruments, striking him without mercy. The doctor’s lack of filter was disconcerting.

“Alright, now you need to rest. Don’t let your emotions take control,” Blaine continued, his tone shifting to a more serious note. “Your grandson brought this on himself! Chloe deserves someone far better than him. And as for Arthur… tsk, even tossing him in the trash wouldn’t be enough to rid the world of his ugliness.” With that, he shook his head, gathered his tools, and turned to leave.

“Wait… what do you mean by that?” Charles struggled to sit up, but weakness clung to him like a heavy blanket. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t muster the strength to rise.

Blaine glanced back, a knowing smile playing on his lips, and with a graceful turn, he exited the room.

In that moment, Charles felt a pang of realization. There was something more to Blaine’s words, something that hinted at a deeper conflict. What kind of doctor spoke like that? Something was amiss.

A gentle breeze rustled the curtains beside the bed, and the only sound that filled the room was the steady beeping of the medical equipment.

After a prolonged silence, Chloe spoke again, her voice soft yet filled with a weight of memory. “Do you remember back then? I was hurt, and in a twist of fate, I ended up saving you by accident. Later on, you helped me, and that’s how I made it through.” She sighed, a hint of nostalgia in her tone. “But before I pulled you out, I saved someone else.”

Charles watched her intently, curiosity piqued.

“Who?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“The one you care about the most,” Chloe replied, her smile deepening. “Too bad he never knew it was me who saved him.”

“Wait…” Charles’s mind raced. She was talking about Arthur, that good-for-nothing grandson of his.

“Arthur thought it was Jennifer,” Chloe explained, her smile fading into a frown. “From that moment on, she became his beloved—the one he’d protect with his life. Isn’t it amusing? Are all those rich CEOs on TV this oblivious? They can’t even recognize the person who truly saved them.”

Charles found himself at a loss for words, grappling with the revelation.

“In dramas, they break up, make up, and end up together. So predictable, right? This is my story, Chloe’s story. It’s not some scripted show.”