Chapter 720

Madelyn looked at Kai warily. “Why should I believe you?”

Kai brushed the wrinkles from his crisp white coat. “I’ve said my piece. Whether you believe it or not is your business.”

“Look, I have no reason to trust you,” Madelyn retorted, weariness lining her voice. “You know, I don’t have the time or the emotional capacity to worry about this anymore. If you’re seeking revenge against my family through me or want to use me for some purpose, you’ve got it all wrong. I’ve washed my hands of the past. Whether it’s my father or the cause of my mother’s death, what does it matter now?

What do you expect a woman with less than six months to live to do? If my mother were here, she wouldn’t want me agonizing over the past either. Maybe this is my fate, not living to see thirty. Maybe it’s my comeuppance for being his daughter.”

Madelyn gazed at the man sitting in the wheelchair, who was also watching her intently. She managed a faint smile, and he returned it. “All I want is right in front of me.”

Madelyn’s bodyguard nudged her impatiently. “Ms. Jent, it’s time to go.”

Madelyn’s eyes locked with Kai’s once more. “That photo album my father left–the little boy standing next to my mother in those pictures…that’s you, isn’t it?”

Kai’s lips curved up, though his eyes remained icy. “Those pictures of her? He had no right to keep them. Just as you had no right to be born.”

A sharp pain seized Madelyn’s chest as if someone had just grabbed hold of her heart.

“You’ll never understand the love of a mother for her child, Kai. If it were me, I’d give my life to bring her into this world,” she declared, her voice tinged with emotion.

“Ms. Jent, if we don’t leave now, we’ll really be late,” urged the bodyguard.

Turning away, Madelyn left without looking back Kai watched her board the helicopter, his smile cold and scheming. “You really think you can escape, Madelyn?” Meanwhile, the lavish wedding ceremony on the hotel lawn proceeded as planned, the who’s who of society in attendance. The media swarmed, documenting what seemed to be the wedding of the century. But little did they know, it was all just beginning.

Yvonne glanced at a message from the bodyguard, confirming that Madelyn had reached the airport.

Admiring herself in the mirror, Yvonne was dressed in a red dress, adorned with a string of expensive pearls, and her hair redone by her hairstylist. She touched her earrings and thought with immense satisfaction. ‘Madelyn, you’d better stay gone forever.”

As time passed, Yvonne grew restless. “Daisy, can you check on him? What’s taking so long?”

Daisy was Yvonne’s professional bridesmaid. Finally, Yvonne decided to go herself. “Never mind, I’ll go check”

Just as Yvonne was about to step out of her hotel room, a bodyguard blocked her path. “Mr. Jardin says you’re not to leave the hotel until he returns.”

Taken aback, Yvonne stuttered, “Wh–Where’s he going?” Her initial joy evaporated, replaced by a scowl. “There are still guests in the lobby! Where else could he go?”

The bodyguard remained silent. Yvonne did not need any more confirmation. She staggered back a step, her face pale. “He knows, doesn’t he?”

“Don’t worry. The guests have been dismissed. As for the media, everything will be handled according to protocol,” assured the bodyguard.