The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 44

Madelyn took a leave and went to SereneCare Hospital without attending her last class. She arrived at the hospital entrance in a taxi, holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums that she had purchased from a flower shop. Uncertain of Forrest’s preferences, she had decided to choose the flowers randomly. However, white chrysanthemums were the only type available at the shop. Despite feeling heartache for having to spend fifty bucks on a bouquet, she had requested the owner to wrap them beautifully.

Approaching the hospital reception, Madelyn inquired about Forrest’s room number. With the information in hand, she entered the elevator, ascending to the twelfth floor.

“Hey, babe, what are you looking at?” Jasmine, wearing sunglasses and dressed provocatively, held onto Zach’s arm.

Zach nonchalantly shifted his gaze, silently wondering, ‘Was that Madelyn just now?’

As the elevator doors closed, Madelyn stood inside, her heart pounding with anxiety as she clutched her chest. ‘Oh my goodness, I really hope Zach didn’t notice me just now. Those two are something else, flaunting their affection in a hospital of all places. If Hayson were to discover them, it would undoubtedly cause trouble.’ All she desperately wished for was that Zach hadn’t seen her.

Soon, the elevator reached the twelfth floor. Madelyn stepped out, holding the bouquet of flowers, and coincidentally crossed paths with a middle-aged man pushing a teenager in a wheelchair. The teenager, around nineteen years old, possessed striking handsomeness, resembling a character from a comic book. A distinctive blue tattoo adorned the back of his hand, extending beneath his long sleeves, adding an air of mystery and nobility to his persona. He emanated an aloof and unapproachable aura.

The teenager was incredibly handsome, like a character in a comic book. He had a peculiar blue tattoo on the back of his hand, extending and hiding under his long sleeves. He exuded an air of mystery and nobility, with a somewhat aloof and unapproachable demeanor.

Madelyn couldn’t help but steal a few more glances at him, but she quickly averted her eyes as they passed each other.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man pushing the wheelchair abruptly halted and turned his head, just as they had exited the room that Madelyn had entered moments ago. “It’s Ms. Jent. She went into Forrest’s room, but it seems she didn’t recognize you.”

Ethan’s brooding eyes, partially concealed by his bangs, radiated a sense of gloom, reflecting his displeasure.

In a cold tone, Ethan uttered, “Once Madelyn leaves, arrange for Forrest’s transfer to another hospital. Ensure he receives proper care and shield him from any disturbances.”

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As they neared the elevator, Ethan caught the sound of voices emanating from a nearby room.

A bouquet of white chrysanthemums was flung out, and Forrest exclaimed, “Madelyn Jent, am I already dead? Why bring me chrysanthemums? Are you trying to curse me or something?” In Venturian culture, white chrysanthemums were symbolic of death and mourning, rather than life.

Madelyn kept stepping back, deftly avoiding the glass that was hurled in her direction. Instead of becoming angry, she continued to explain and apologize, her voice filled with sincerity, Forrest, I genuinely came to visit you. I went to the flower shop and bought these flowers for you. Unfortunately, this was the only bouquet they had left, and it cost me fifty bucks, which is already quite expensive.”

“Get lost, Madelyn Jent! If you dare show up in front of me, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Madelyn bent down and picked up the fallen flowers, maintaining a good-natured tone as she spoke, “Forrest… What’s wrong with you? Why so grumpy? Can’t we just call it even?”

Observing the casts on Forrest’s left hand and both feet, which seemed more severe than her own injuries, Madelyn couldn’t help but think, ‘Zach must have caused serious harm to Forrest. He can be incredibly ruthless.’

Considering her personality in her previous life, Madelyn was well aware that she had not grounds to pass judgment. However, Zach had succeeded in eradicating her arrogant and domineering nature in her in her previous life. Consequently, she had become genuinely kind – hearted, unable to bear witnessing anyone in pain. As her eyes rested upon Forrest, Madelyn experienced an unexplained wave of compassion, causing her to soften towards him.

“Just get the hell out of here!”

Adrian and Timothy emerged from the room, with Timothy displaying impatience as he tersely remarked, “Just go away! His wounds were healing fine until you showed up. You’re so evil, Madelyn Jent!”

However, as Adrian noticed Ethan’s presence by the elevator, unease washed over him, and he quickly signaled to Timothy, alerting him to the situation.

Upon realizing that Ethan had not yet departed, Timothy quickly reined in his rudeness, saying, “You can keep the flowers for yourself. And going forward, please visit less frequently.

”

Madelyn’s face fell, disappointment evident in her expression. She spoke with a tinge of regret, “You really lack taste, Forrest. What’s wrong with chrysanthemums? They are still beautiful flowers. I’ll just take them back home and let them dry. I can even make tea with

them.”

She continued, “I’ll come to see you again tomorrow. Let me know your favorite flowers, and

I’ll bring them for you tomorrow.”