He Cheated I Rose Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 416

Chapter 416 The Villain’s Monologue

He Cheated Rose Making Him Regret Everything.

Chapter 416 The Villain’s Monologue

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“How long does it take to get a will notarized?” Madilynapped, her impatience flaring, She nearly raised her voice but caught herself, remembering where she was, and forced her tone down to a harsh whisper. “What’s the holdup over there?”

“Mrs. Madilyn Myers, Joel is the lead outside counsel refined by Myers Group. His authority supersedes mine on this—it has to go through him personally,” Kevin explained. “Besides, with the media camped outside the corporate offices, Mr. Myers emphasized wenust avoid any action that could fuel speculation. The notarization process doesn’t need to be rushed at this exact moment”

“I don’t care about the process. Lean on Joel and get it done,” Madilyn ordered. After a brief pause, she decided Kevin was being too cautious. “Just send me Joel’s direct number. I’ll handle him myself.”

“Yes. I’ll text it right now.”

“Be quick about it.” Madilyn ended the call. Moments later, her phone buzzed with a new contact.

She glanced at the number and dialed immediately.

Joel had been mentored by Charles himself and now reported to Arthur, always acting with that infuriating, superior air. If a polite request wouldn’t get through to him, she’d have to bring some pressure to bear.

As the acting head of the family, managing Charles‘ entire portfolio–even Myers Estate was under her provisional control–she certainly had the right to issue orders to some corporate lawyer.

After the call, Madilyn set hoe down.

She stood and walked back into the private hospital room.

Charles lay perfectly still in the bed, his breathing a steady, artificial rhythm from the ventilator.

Madilyn approached the bedside and looked down at the prone figure. A cold, mirthless laugh escaped her. “You’re a stubborn old man, aren’t you? A fall from that height couldn’t even finish you. What a pity.

“You know, Arthur is still trying to save you. He went begging to Blaine again. But it’s too late for that–this time, not even Blaine can pull you through. Not even God could save you now.

“You old fool. From the day I married into this family, you never showed me an ounce of respect. I wasn’t from some old–money dynasty–I was a dancer–and you looked down on me for coming from nothing. And yet Chloe, that little nobody, was raised in some backwater town. Why did you treat her like she was special?

“Why did that little gold–digger deserve your approval? Why did you give her that heirloom bracelet? What was so precious about her?

“Let me tell you something. I never even liked Kane. Your son was weak. Pathetic. Utterly useless. I despised him.” Madilyn let out a soft, derisive chuckle. “Hah… He had no spine. It was disgusting. He couldn’t handle running a conglomerate, so he ran off to play with his ‘art‘. What’s that junk even worth?

“Kane was an idiot. He walked away from a billion–dollar legacy to fiddle with his trinkets.” Madilyn’s eyes turned to ice. “I told him again and again, but he never listened. The business was the family’s legacy— anyone with half a brain could run it. And you only had one son, so it should have been his. But he couldn’t handle it. At least I can be thankful for Arthur.

“Compared to Kane, Arthur’s a good son. At least he listens. Or he used to, before that little witch Chloe

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“And here’s something else for you, old man. Kane’s death back then… that was because of me. He caught me with someone else and drove off in a rage. I wanted to stop him, so I had my lover follow in his car and try to cut him off. Who knew he was such a terrible driver? He lost control. Wrapped his car around a tree, Killed himself.

“I never cared for him anyway. If he hadn’t been the Myers heir, I would never have married him. And then he didn’t even want the company–just his precious art So really, it was no great loss.”

In just a few clipped sentences, Madilyn summed up he husband Kane Myers‘ life as if it were a trivial, distasteful anecdote.

Her eyes held no warmth when she spoke of him–only mockery and utter contempt.

“I took care of the son. Now I’m taking care of you. Even if your body hangs on, you’ll never wake up.” Madilyn straightened up, preparing to leave. “You… were meant to die. Blame it on being the head of Myers Group. If you’d been a nobody, I might have let you live!

All that remained in her gaze was pure, undiluted scorn. “If you had just stayed in that coma forever, I could have let you lie here in this hospital bed indefinitely. The doctors said you’d never wake up–so why did you have to go and prove them wrong?”

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“How long does it take to get a will notarized?” Madilynapped, her impatience flaring. She nearly raised. her voice but caught herself, remembering where she was, and forced her tone down to a harsh whisper. “What’s the holdup over there?”

“Mrs. Madilyn Myers, Joel is the lead outside counsel retained by Myers Group. His authority supersedes mine on this–it has to go through him personally,” Keyin explained. “Besides, with the media camped outside the corporate offices, Mr. Myers emphasized we must avoid any action that could fuel speculation. The notarization process doesn’t need to be rushed at this exact moment.

“I don’t care about the process. Lean on Joel and get it done,” Madilyn ordered. After a brief pause, she decided Kevin was being too cautious. “Just send me Joel’s direct number. I’ll handle him myself.”

“Yes. I’ll text it right now.”

“Be quick about it.” Madilyn ended the call. Moments later, her phone buzzed with a new contact.

She glanced at the number and dialed immediately.

Joel had been mentored by Charles himself and now reported to Arthur, always acting with that infuriating, superior air. If a polite request wouldn’t get through to him, she’d have to bring some pressure to bear.

As the acting head of the family, managing Charles‘ entire portfolio–even Myers Estate was under her provisional control—she certainly had the right to issue orders to some corporate lawyer.

After the call, Madilyn set her phone down.

She stood and walked back into the private hospital room.

Charles lay perfectly still in the bed, his breathing a steady, artificial rhythm from the ventilator.

Madilyn approached the bedside and looked down at the prone figure. A cold, mirthless laugh escaped her. “You’re a stubborn old man, aren’t you? A fall from that height couldn’t even finish you. What a pity.

“You know, Arthur is still trying to save you. He went begging to Blaine again. But it’s too late for that—this time, not even Blaine can pull you through. Not even God could save you now.

“You old fool. From the day I married into this family, you never showed me an ounce of respect. I wasn’t from some old–money dynasty–I was a dancer–and you looked down on me for coming from nothing. And yet Chloe, that little nobody, was raised in some backwater town. Why did you treat her like she was special?

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