The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 1226

Chapter 1226 

The light in Blake’s eyes seemed to fade as she struggled to find her 

voice, “Was this your plan or Liam’s?” 

Cecilia responded with a soft laugh, shaking her head, “You’d break 

Liam’s heart if he heard you now. You always say he’s different from 

me, but think about it, what’s your opinion of him now? Remember 

what I told you? Liam returned to his family for your sake!” Cecilia’s 

voice was emphatic, “He’s always acted with your best interests in mind. Why don’t you check your phone? See how many messages he’s sent you?” 

Since disembarking from the private jet, Blake had kept her phone 

silenced. Apart from messages from Kevin, she had yet to check any 

others. 

Cecilia left the room, advising, “Freshen up and join me for dinner. 

We’re heading back to Ventropolis tonight.” 

Blake was about to check her phone when she realized it was out of 

battery. After charging it, she saw that Cecilia was right. Liam had 

sent her a barrage of messages, nearly forty or fifty, all expressing his 

concern for her. His constant attention only added to her sense of obligation toward him. 

Later, Blake and Cecilia, after having a late lunch at 3 p.m. and gathering their belongings, reboarded the private jet, the bodyguards handling their luggage. As the jet ascended, Blake looked out the window. Cecilia, sitting beside her with eyes closed, commented, ” Don’t bother looking. Kevin won’t leave with you. He’s a product of his 

environment. No amount of gazing will change his nature.” 

“And what about you?” Blake retorted. “You’re no saint. Remember, 

you’ve been in equally harsh places.” 

Cecilia spoke nonchalantly, “Life has its classes. If not for Zach, 

Kevin might still be here, scraping by. Did you know his father was a 

drug dealer and his mother a hostess? He probably doesn’t even 

know his real father.” 

As Cecilia divulged, Blake’s empathy for Kevin deepened. She thought, ‘So this is his past. The words he couldn’t bring himself to say to me. 

No wonder he never spoke of his family. But he should know that I’ve 

never cared about that.’