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The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning By Max Charming chapter 336
“Did something happen to Ethan?” Madelyn asked. “I don’t know, madam.” the servant said. Madelyn knew she
would not get any information from them. Then, Madelyn called Leyton. After a while, someone picked up the call,
“Ms. Jent?”
“Are you guys working overtime?” Madelyn asked. Leyton stared at the person with an IV drip in the hospital room.
He hesitated momentarily before answering, “Mr. Arnold is in a meeting and will be back later. You don’t need to
wait for him, Ms. Jent.”
“Since Ms. Jent still has classes tomorrow, it would be best to go to bed early,” Leyton said. Leyton’s tone was
obviously weird. She also heard people crying from the other end, and it was pretty noisy there.
At eleven o’clock at night, a servant advised Madelyn, “Ms. Jent, you shouldn’t wait! It’s normal for Mr. Arnold not to
come back for a night. If you wait any longer, it won’t be good for your health.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMadelyn continued to sit cross-legged next to the sofa and worked on her exercises with a pen in hand, “It’s fine. I’ll
wait for another half an hour. You can go ahead and rest.”
When the final servant had left, she suddenly saw a white-haired old lady by the door. She was dressed plainly, but
her eyes were bright and lively. She had a walking cane and was looking through the windows. The servant was
shocked and exclaimed, “Mrs. Arnold Sr.!”
Evelyn asked, “Is she the girl Ethan brought back?”
The servant answered, “Yes.”
“What’s she doing?” Evelyn continued to ask. “Mr. Arnold has yet to return, so Ms. Jent is waiting for him,” the
servant said. “Alright, you may leave,” Evelyn ordered. “Yes, Mrs. Arnold Sr.,” the servant obeyed.
Madelyn heard some noise from behind her, so she turned around and saw an old woman. Evelyn walked in with
her cane. Her shoes and pants were covered in mud, and she looked disheveled. Madelyn stood up with the help of
the coffee table and surveyed her surroundings. Besides the streetlights from outside, everything was pitch black
and quiet. Madelyn had never seen her before, and it was already eleven at night. This reminded her of a classic
ghost movie, “The Village Corpse.”
“Ma’am, why are you not going home when it’s so late? Are you lost?” Madelyn asked. Her first reaction was to look
at the shadow on the ground, and she sighed in relief.
“Were you thinking that I was a ghost, little girl?” Evelyn asked. Madelyn was startled and replied, “No, no!” She
found that the old lady seemed pretty similar to her own grandmother, who also liked to stroll at night instead of
sleeping.
“I’m thirsty. Any water to drink?” Evelyn asked. “Of course, please wait a moment. I’ll pour some for you,” Madelyn
said.
‘The old lady looked so kind and gentle, yet she’s so fierce!’ Madelyn thought. She then went to the kitchen and
poured Evelyn a glass of warm water.
Madelyn then said, “Drink it slowly. Why don’t you sit for a while?” Then, Madelyn took a cushion out and placed it
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmon the sofa before saying, You can sit here.”
“You can’t stand that I’m dirty all over?
Evelyn asked. Madelyn quickly explained, “No, it’s just that it’s not my house. I’m just staying over. The master of
the house has yet to return, and if he comes back home to a dirty sofa, he might be unhappy. If this was my house,
I’d let you sit anywhere you want.”
Madelyn saw that the old lady was surveying the surroundings as if she herself was the owner of the house before
sitting on the sofa, ignoring the cushion. “The house does look nice, but it’s cold and doesn’t feel homely,” Evelyn
commented.
“What smells so good?” Evelyn suddenly asked. Madelyn yelped and said, “There’s fish in the pot that’s been
cooking for a while. Are you hungry? I can grab some for you.”
“It smells quite nice, and I’ve never tried it before,” Evelyn said. “Then, I’ll go grab some for you,” Madelyn said as
she walked to the kitchen. ‘What a peculiar old lady,’ she thought.
She assumed the old lady was Evelyn Anderson, but she acted too strangely to be her. Madelyn then thought, Could
she be someone’s grandmother who’s suffering from dementia and gotten lost?”
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