The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning Max Charming

Chapter 248

“I don’t need to go back. I’m fine here by myself,” said Madelyn confidently.

In her painting, Madelyn depicted a field of sunflowers under a bright blue sky. The sunflowers reached toward the sun, full of hope and light..

People’s feelings often showed in their art. When someone was sad, their paintings might show a cloudy sky and a stormy night. And Madelyn’s painting was full of the brightness she felt inside.

Her painting was really good. With this talent, she could easily get into the art school she wanted.

Hayson had told her not to paint, and Zach knew that too. He wondered how she could make such- great art. Then he remembered that Madelyn never followed rules.

Zach sat down on the couch and looked at the paper on the table. It was for a parent-teacher meeting notice and a camp application form. Madelyn had filled out everything, but she needed a

parent to sign.

Zach’s eyes glinted when he saw this.

Madelyn looked at her painting, feeling like something was missing. She studied it closely.

“Are you coming back with me, or should someone come get you?” asked Zach.

aren’t you afraid I’ll bully Jadie?” said Madelyn while her

painting.

didn’t answer. Madelyn knew what he was thinking without looking at his

life is better without you,” she

understand Zach. He acted like he didn’t like her, maybe even wanted her

kept showing up

what happened at school and that

and classmates, she had become a target of

from school and was

she hadn’t taken those steps in the first

happened. After returning from school,

do next. She asked herself, ‘Should I just keep ignoring my

into Ventropolis

lock on the door outside turned, and the door

bags, not paying attention to Zach on the couch like he didn’t see him. He put the groceries he’d bought into the fridge, a cucumber

“Being better means

guess it’s not surprising, you always find fault with everything I do… You’ve got it wrong, really. I’m just returning a favor. He saved my life, and I’m

She’d stayed up all night for it. It was her very first finished artwork. Carefully, she took off the tape and put the painting in a

had an apron on and was about to cook. He opened the fridge and saw a plate of leftover grilled chicken from last night. “Hey, Madelyn, do you want to eat the leftover chicken from yesterday? If not, I’ll throw

up later. It’s