The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 1202

Chapter 1202 

After the brutal torture, Blake lay on the ground, barely clinging to life, 

her eyes closed in exhaustion. She coughed up blood and eventually 

lost consciousness. 

As time passed, Cecilia grew impatient after not receiving the response she expected. Standing up, she stepped on Blake’s chest and began taking pictures of the injured Blake on the ground. 

An overweight man commented, “This woman’s tough. She didn’t beg for mercy even once. But if she dies, we’ll be in some legal trouble, 

ma’am.” 

“Don’t worry, she’s not dead yet,” Cecilia reassured him. 

At that moment, a skinny man received an urgent message. “We’ve got a traitor among us. Our location’s been leaked to the police, and 

they’re on their way.” 

With the police closing in, the criminals, who were already on the 

wanted list, began to panic. 

“You guys take her with you,” Cecilia ordered, still hoping Kevin 

wouldn’t abandon Blake. 

In a cold, damp basement, Blake lay unconscious, tasting a bitter 

flavor in her mouth as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She 

had been comatose for three days. The men Cecilia sent had force- 

fed her some medication, but her condition hadn’t improved. Despite 

the blankets, an unrelenting chill pervaded her body. 

A man, frustrated at the sight of the half-dead Blake, took a swig of 

liquor and smashed the glass in anger. “Damn it! Cecilia just dumped her here, that wretched woman. If this one dies, she’ll get away clean.” 

“Boss, if it comes to that, we should drop her off at a hospital. Cecilia hasn’t paid us, and we’re stuck caring for this sick girl. It’s not worth it! We’d better not get played by that damn woman,” another man 

suggested. 

The leader waved dismissively. “Fine. Tonight, we’ll dump her at the hospital. After that, her fate is her own.” 

At 2 a.m., under a storm-threatening sky, a white van stopped and discarded Blake, treated like trash, on the road near a hospital. 

Exiting the hospital, Olivia assisted Liam, who had been hospitalized for overwork and a stomach bleed. Despite their recent argument over copyright issues, Olivia could not abandon her longtime friend 

and successful author. 

“Where’s your assistant? Why have you been working alone?” Olivia 

inquired. 

“Thanks for your help,” Liam replied, withdrawing his hand and 

walking slowly. 

Olivia joked, “How about a ten-year copyright deal as a thank you?”