The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 1199

Chapter 1199 

Blake was stunned as she watched Dalton in overalls playing with toys on the floor near the couch. She had not paid much attention to him during the wedding, but now, observing closely, her eyes widened in shock. 

“Is Dalton really the one Mr. Jardin adopted from the doorstep of an orphanage? Not a child he had with another woman? Or did Madelyn forget that she had a child?” Blake asked. 

Margaret, taken aback by her questions, clarified, “Oh, no, no, you can’t just say things like that! Mr. Jardin’s assistant can verify that Dalton was indeed adopted. He was brought home so Ms. Jent wouldn’t feel lonely and had someone to accompany her. Dalton does resemble Mr. Jardin and Ms. Jent, but it could just be a coincidence.) There are many unexplainable occurrences in the world.” 

Blake asked, “May I hold him?” 

As soon as she spoke, Dalton seemed to understand and toddled 

over to Blake, extending his arms. His adorable behavior melted her 

heart. Observing him closely, she could not help but exclaim, “His 

eyes are just like Mr. Jardin’s, and the shape of his lips. If you cover 

his eyes, doesn’t he look just like Madelyn? I wouldn’t believe anyone who says Dalton isn’t theirs.” 

Margaret observed. “Ms. Dion, it seems Dalton is quite fond of you! In 

this villa, aside from Mr. Jardin and Ms. Jent, he hasn’t let anyone 

else hold him without making a fuss.” 

Blake inquired further, “Has Mr. Jardin ever done a paternity test with 

the child?” 

Margaret replied, “Oh, Mr. Jardin would never consider such a thing. Besides, as Dalton was adopted, he definitely doesn’t share blood 

with Mr. Jardin.” 

Blake frowned. “So, neither Madelyn nor Mr. Jardin ever did a test?” 

Margaret confirmed. “Yes, that’s right.” 

Blake suggested, “Is there any way to find a strand of Madelyn’s hair 

in the house? Mr. Jardin’s would work too. I think it’s worth 

investigating. What if there’s a blood relation?” 

Margaret laughed off the suggestion. “Ms. Dion, you really have a wild imagination. I think it’s just a coincidence.” 

However, Margaret’s smile faded as she looked into Dalton’s clear, 

watery eyes. She swallowed hard and said, “Well, it’s hard to say.” 

Margaret had spent many days with Dalton and always sensed 

something unusual about him. He would sometimes talk in his sleep, and during thunderstorms, he would cry nonstop. 

Shortly afterward, Margaret hurried upstairs and returned with a comb 

from the master bedroom. Handing a strand of hair she found on it to 

Blake, she said, “I’ve been cleaning Ms. Jent’s room, and I found her