The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning (Madelyn) novel Chapter 539

Ethan forcefully pushed Madelyn away, causing her to stagger backward and fall, her hand landing on scattered glass shards. Pain surged through her as her palm began bleeding, the crimson hue staining her clothes and widening rapidly.

A fleeting glimmer of regret appeared in Ethan's eyes, prompting him to move slightly toward her. But just as quickly as it came, the emotion receded, and he froze.

Purposefully turning his back to her, he grappled with his internal conflict. Gazing out the French windows, he closed his eyes, and his voice, filled with restrained emotion, whispered, "You should go."

He didn't want to cause her any more harm, but the sting of her betrayal was too fresh, too raw. In his mind, thoughts swirled. 'I loved her with everything I had, ready to lay the world at her feet. But she made a fool out of me, deceiving me at every turn. Did she laugh at my expense while with Zach, sneering at my naivety?'

Madelyn endured the pain as she carefully extracted the glass piece embedded in her palm. Her injured hand dangled, and she averted her eyes to the floor. "...Fine. Once you've gathered your thoughts, we can speak," she murmured, making her way out of the room.

Once the door clicked shut, Ethan pivoted, his gaze landing on the scarlet stain where Madelyn had been. His eyes mirrored profound anguish as he fixed his stare on the now closed door.

A servant came upstairs and was taken aback to see the injured Madelyn.

'Miss Jent is hurt, and Mr. Arnold didn't even seem to care. He used to be so protective of Miss Jent. If she ever tried to cook, he wouldn't even let her touch a knife, fearing she might cut herself,' the servant thought.

Quickly securing a first-aid kit, the servant began attending to Madelyn's wound, silently relieved to find it wasn't too severe.

Madelyn said, "You should leave for now. Remember to bring some food to his room later and remind him to take his medicine."

"All right, Miss Jent. You get some rest," the servant said before leaving, still concerned about Madelyn, who was sitting at the foot of the bed.

Finally alone, Madelyn had a moment of quiet. Suddenly, her phone, placed on the desk, started ringing. Madelyn wasn't in the mood to answer it, but the call persisted. She glanced at the flashing caller ID.

Hayson's voice grew colder, "What exactly are you aware of? You've been in the Arnold residence for so long, yet you're oblivious to Ethan's unusual behavior?"

Madelyn couldn't find any words to say.

Hayson continued, "...If there are any issues, remember to tell us. No matter what happens, both Zach and I will help you, alright? I'll handle the Donna Jolie situation when I return. I'll ensure you secure the position of Ethan Arnold's wife."

Madelyn hesitated and cautiously asked, "How do you plan to handle her situation?"

"You don't need to worry about that. Just focus on doing what you need to do. No matter what methods you have to use, you must ensure that the engagement proceeds as planned. Do you understand?" Hayson replied firmly.

Madelyn softly agreed, "Alright, Father."