Chapter 742

‘Father probably never guessed anyone would enter his room,’ Madelyn thought. She noticed shoes beneath the door and the sound of approaching footsteps. Hurrying, she sat in her father’s chair and accidentally hurt herself. Wincing from the pain, she tried to stay still as Zach walked in.

Zach came in with his clothes speckled with water droplets and closed the door. “Did Dal wake you?”

Madelyn looked down. Dalton was not crying anymore, but his little face was flushed, and he gave a small cough.

“Let me hold him. Your hand is still injured.”

on Dalton. “Why do you smell like gas?

way back. I

“Okay.”

Dalton gently on the comfy couch. She hit a switch under the desk, and moments later, a shelf with an

really a hidden chamber in Father’s

carved wooden bed, a vintage vanity, and an antique wardrobe. But what captured her attention the most was a portrait of

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