Chapter 151
The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning
Madelyn walked ahead, with George close behind. He spoke earnestly, âMiss Jent, being a Jent means standing strong. Otherwise, people might try to take advantage of you.â
George was perceptive. Madelyn agreed with a smile, âYouâre right.â
âWe just wanna make sure youâre safe,â he added.
Georgeâs words struck her. She wondered, âWhat did he mean? Do they know everything?â
Jadie saw Madelyn get into a fancy Cayenne-a car not everyone in Ventropolis could afford- through the rearview mirror. She asked, âMadelyn ainât cominâ back with us?â
âShe has got some stuff to take care of. Iâll drop you off at home first,â Kevin said, buckling his seatbelt.
âThank you, Kevin.â
âYouâre welcome.â Kevinâs mind wandered, âIf Madelyn had Jadieâs maturity and didnât cause so many problems, Mr. Jardin wouldnât need to worry as much.â
The Cayenne had been driving for almost twenty minutes. It was getting close to six-thirty, and the sky had grown dark. Streetlights were casting a soft glow on the road. Madelyn peered out at the peaceful streets and felt a bit peculiar.
She asked, âGeorge, where are we heading?â
âYouâll see soon. Weâre almost there.â
Before long, the car came to a stop. The chauffeur circled around to the back and opened the rear door for Madelyn.
âPlease walk straight ahead from here, and youâll find it,â George said.
They had arrived at Amberley Street, a vibrant spot in Ventropolis known for its array of tasty treats.
The street bustled with activity, able to accommodate a large crowd.
Madelyn felt a mix of uncertainty and curiosity. After stepping out of the car, she watched it drive away.
Feeling a bit lost, she followed Georgeâs guidance, each step feeling like a piece of a puzzle falling into place.
After Madelyn walking about eighteen steps, an adorable girl around six years old appeared. She was all dolled up like a real princess, with two braids that framed her face.
The little girl clutched a single rose in one hand while her other hand held onto her motherâs. With an infectious enthusiasm, they approached Madelyn and said, âMiss Jent, happy birthday!â
This surprised Madelyn. A feeling that she couldnât quite find the right words for flowed over her. Whether it was from her past life or from right now, it was like nothing she had ever felt before.
Blushing just a bit, she stammered out, âThank⦠Thank youâ¦â
The girl then pointed forward as she said, âGo that way! Just be careful not to get lost.â Her voice bubbled with joy.
Madelyn smiled as she watched the girl. âOkay,â she agreed, and off she strolled, following the direction the girl had pointed her in.
Every time she took about eighteen steps, another pair of mother and child would come her way and offer her a rose.
But truth be told, Madelynâs mind wasnât too focused on those roses or what lay ahead. Instead, she found herself lost in thought, wondering, âIf my child from my past life had made it through, would they be as adorable as these children? Would they call me âMommyâ with those same sparkling eyes?â
But life has its twists. Having her very own child was something she could only dream about.
So, with each step she took, her thoughts weighed a little heavier. And as she kept on, she ended up with a total of eighteen roses.
The further Madelyn walked, the quieter the surroundings became. The crowd began to thin out, and it was almost like she was in her own little world.
And then, just as if it was part of a grand story, the melodious sound of a piano started to drift through the air.