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The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 841
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Chapter 841

Madelyn’s subconscious was in turmoil, her dream echoing with the cries of her child. ‘My baby… I hear you!

Please, someone help my baby… Mommy’s right here…’ She felt trapped, unable to escape to find her child.

Simultaneously, back in reality, Agustin entered the room and stood beside Madelyn’s hospital bed. “You really do

look just like her. She was my wife once.”

“Because of him, she was taken from me… But thankfully, I’ve been given you, who share her blood,” Agustin

muttered.

His eyes brimmed with a fervent fixation as he reached out with quivering hands towards Madelyn’s face, so like

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Alicia’s. Leaning down, he inhaled her scent, his eyes shutting as he lost himself in memories of a past that seemed

to hold beauty for him.

“M-My child…” Madelyn suddenly muttered. She thought, ‘My child is still alive… My baby is back. Dal is my child.’

It seemed her dream, her maternal instincts, were reaching out. After nearly four months in a coma, this was the

first sign of Madelyn’s consciousness stirring. Tears emerged, adorning her lashes and tracing paths down her

cheeks. And in her chest, pang of heartache resonated with her emerging awareness.

In the adjacent room, the sound of Dalton’s crying slowly diminished, leaving behind a silent testament to the

ordeal — a small pool of blood on the floor.

An hour into the art exhibition, a buzz of anticipation filled the air as the media awaited Leonardo’s arrival.

Impatience began to surface among them, with murmurs rising. “Prof. Monet isn’t going to stand us up, is he?”

“How reliable is this info? We’ve been on standby for ages!”

One reporter turned to Serena and pressed, “Ms. Smith, can you confirm if Prof. Monet is indeed coming?”

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Maintaining her poise, Serena masked her annoyance with a practiced smile, “I’ve sent for him personally. Please

be patient.”

With a tone of assurance, she asserted, “Don’t worry, he will certainly be here.”

Serena clung to the belief that despite any reluctance, Leonardo would feel compelled to attend due to his interest

in establishing an art institute which required her father’s support.

Minutes ticked by, and then, fifteen minutes later, Leonardo arrived with his students, among them the notably

skilled Clement and Dorian, reflecting his skilled mentorship.

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The crowd’s silent anticipation turned to an excited buzz. Flashbulbs popped as they caught a glimpse of the

seldom-seen master. Known for his rarity in the public eye, Leonardo’s attendance was a special treat for fans and

aspiring artists.

Amidst the entourage, there was Mya, whose presence seemed to darken Serena’s mood.

Serena, seeing Mya, kept her displeasure under wraps amidst the reporters. She greeted Leonardo with a practiced

smile, “It’s been too long, Prof. Monet.”

Leonardo did not give Serena a warm reception when he saw her. He just walked past her and approached a

familiar painting, ” Nice painting.”

In Ventropolis, it was extremely rare for Leonardo to personally praise a painter. This was the first time the

reporters heard Leonardo praising a relatively unpopular artist in Venturia. 1