The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

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.

peculiar blue tattoo on the back of his hand, extending and hiding under his long sleeves. He exuded

steal a few more glances at him, but she quickly

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

eyes, partially concealed by his bangs, radiated a sense of gloom, reflecting

for Forrest’s transfer to another hospital. Ensure he receives proper care and

replied the person accompanying

Ethan caught the sound of voices emanating from

chrysanthemums? Are you trying to curse me or something?” In Venturian culture, white chrysanthemums were symbolic of death and mourning, rather than

I genuinely came to visit you. I went to the flower

up in front of me,

down and picked up the fallen flowers, maintaining a good-natured tone as she

seemed more severe than her own injuries,

domineering nature in her in her previous life. Consequently, she had

get the hell out