The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 1204

Chapter 1204 

Eventually, Blake regained consciousness. She had suffered severe internal bleeding, and her condition had been critical. If her injuries had been slightly more severe, she might not have survived. Liam had stayed by her side at the hospital, aiding her recovery. He had not disclosed the full extent of her injuries to her, wanting to shield her 

from further trauma. 

The sun shone brightly as Liam wheeled Blake outside to enjoy it. 

Since waking up, she had not spoken a word, her usually lively and cheerful demeanor replaced by silence, a change that weighed heavily 

on Liam. 

Kneeling in front of Blake, who looked pale and haggard, Liam gently rearranged her windblown hair. “Blake, you can talk to me about anything. It would be better if you said something. I’m really worried about you not eating or talking.” 

Blake hadn’t eaten the nutritious soup Liam prepared for her, prompting him to resort to feeding her nutrient solutions. Her noticeable weight loss was a source of distress for Liam. 

Suddenly, Blake’s gaze shifted. Following her line of sight, Liam saw Cecilia approaching with a bouquet of flowers and gifts. As Cecilia drew near, Blake met her eyes silently through her sunglasses. Finally, Blake spoke, “Ms. Samford. Sorry to disappoint you by not dying.” 

Cecilia, taken aback, struggled to speak. “What do you want from me? I’ll give it to you. I searched the entire city for these bellflowers…” 

Cecilia reached out, but Blake swatted her hand away. “What new 

method of torture have you thought of, Ms. Samford? I don’t know where Kevin is or what you want. I have only my life left to give you. 

Go ahead and take it.” 

Liam, understanding the implications behind Blake’s words, frowned. 

“Let’s go, Liam. I don’t want to see her,” Blake said. 

As Blake and Liam departed, Cecilia stood there, her bodyguards 

picking up the discarded flowers. She had never felt so publicly 

humiliated. 

“Deliver these to her room, whether she accepts them or not,” Cecilia instructed her bodyguards. 

“Yes, Ms. Samford,” they replied. 

Left alone, Cecilia gazed at the wilted flowers in her hand, a symbol of 

her failed attempt at reconciliation. She thought, ‘I’m sorry. I should have recognized you sooner. Your actions, your words, they reminded me of when you were lost as a child. If I’d investigated your identity 

earlier, none of this would have happened.’ 

The bellflowers had been Blake’s favorite since childhood, valued not