The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 9

Fabian and Madonna both let out a soft breath, finally relaxing. Maybe Rebecca really was a good kid.

After dinner, the butler Egan wheeled a piano into the room.

Paulina quietly excused herself to wash her hands.

Randy leaned closer to Rebecca and whispered, “Your mom has a sensitive stomach. Paulina heard that listening to piano music after meals helps, so she found a teacher, Anstice, and started learning. Whenever she’s home, she plays for Madonna after dinner. Funny thing is, Madonna always feels a lot better afterward.”

Rebecca rested two fingers lightly against the inside of Madonna’s wrist, feeling for her pulse. “Music does help the body. There’s even research on it.”

Madonna smiled, warmth in her eyes. “You know medicine too, Rebecca?”

Rebecca shrugged. “I picked up a little, here and there.”

She let go of Madonna’s wrist a moment later. “I’ll put together a treatment plan tonight. Follow it for a few weeks, and there’s a real chance we can fix this.”

Madonna didn’t hesitate for even a second. She patted Rebecca’s head, looking truly touched. “Smart girl. I knew you were amazing.”

Rebecca had been praised more times than she could count, but it never moved her. This time, though, she actually felt a hint of pride. It surprised her so much that she couldn’t help but smile.

Randy nudged her, lowering his voice. “You shouldn’t just randomly prescribe stuff. Besides, Madonna’s seen so many top doctors. They all said her stomach is something to manage, not cure…”

Rebecca shot him a look. “You don’t believe me?”

Randy tried to smile it off.

Could he really believe her? All his research said Rebecca was lazy at best, and at worst, downright hopeless with her studies. Was he supposed to think this “barely-passed student” could fix Madonna’s chronic sickness with just a prescription?

Before he could say more, Paulina returned and took her place at the piano, sitting up straight.

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