Chapter 501

Madeline:

“She is recovering, but the trauma is a lot for her,” the doctor said as we stood outside Yuvonne’s room.

They had her handcuffed to the bed.

“She scratches herself, even hits herself at times. And then sometimes she goes completely numb and silent. There is no movement. She barely breathes,” he continued.

I had been taking care of her nonstop.

“What about her condition? Is her physical health okay?” I asked the doctor, placing my hand on the door as I realized she was still inside, probably sleeping or just lying there.

I had been taking care of her, but my visits sometimes left me scarred.

It had been a few days, and it seemed like her condition was worsening.

“Her physical health is completely fine. Thankfully, there is no damage to her body. You just need to make her understand that if she wants to conceive, she can again. It was just one bad incident, and it has passed,” the doctor said, opening the door so I could go inside and see her for myself.

I walked in and noticed that she was still sleeping, so I stepped back out almost immediately.

I did not want to wake her because I knew she would be in a lot of pain when she did, which she usually was.

“I just wanted to ask, when can I take her home? I think she will feel much better when she is at home with me,” I asked anxiously, rubbing my palms as I closed the door behind Yuvonne to let her rest a little longer.

“See, her state is not stable right now, and since you work a lot, I am not sure who will be there to look after her,” the doctor began, walking with me down the hallway.

“Besides, the cases against her are being canceled, so by the time that happens, she will be able to go back to her mansion and live like a free Luna again,” the doctor added.

Another doctor appeared in my view, the one working on Baxter’s case.

“Okay, thank you so much,” I said to Yuvonne’s doctor before parting ways with him and turning to Baxter’s doctor.

“How is Baxter?” I asked.

“I mean, the tubes are working well and everything,” he replied, smiling confidently.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of relief before facing him again.

“I heard there was a fire hazard yesterday,” I said, snapping the question out.

I watched him pause before nodding.

“Yeah, I guess somebody triggered the alarm, but do not worry. Baxter’s coffin and tubes have nothing to do with electricity. They are connected directly to the powdered herbs,” he reassured me with a nod.

He checked his wristwatch, as if politely indicating that he was getting late.

“Oh, please do not let me hold you up,” I said, stepping aside.

He let out a small laugh and walked away.

There were only twenty-four days left for me to see Baxter again, and I was highly anticipating it.

As I headed down the stairs to go back home and work on more medicines, I came face to face with someone I had not run into for a while.

Yuvonne’s mother.

My so-called stepmother.

The woman who had ruined my life for years.

She was coming to the hospital to see Yuvonne. I had heard she was visiting frequently, but thankfully, our timings had never matched until today.

“You must be so happy,” she said as she walked past me.

I slowed down and eventually came to a stop before turning around to face her.

“Were you talking to me?” I asked, not shying away from calling her out.

She turned around and looked me up and down. Her nose twitched, and a look of disgust crossed her face.

“You must feel so proud of yourself for having children,” she said.

I had not mocked her. I had not acted confident. I had not even mentioned my children.

And yet, she was projecting her insecurities onto me.

“Which mother isn’t?” I asked calmly, maintaining my posture.

“What are you doing in the hospital? I hope you are not wandering around my daughter’s room,” she snapped.

It was clear she was looking for trouble. Otherwise, she would have walked past me and gone straight to Yuvonne.

“Well, considering your daughter wants to meet me, I cannot say no to her,” I replied.

The moment I said that, her jaw clenched.

“It is because she is innocent and foolish,” her mother said, mocking Yuvonne’s attempt to change.

I knew how strongly she opposed the idea of Yuvonne becoming better.

For a mother, it was disappointing to see her daughter try to improve, only to be held back.

“Anyway, soon my daughter will

recover. Then she will give her heir to Alpha Ron, and you will still

els

remain the wife of a man who i

is in a

coma,” she added.

Her bitterness never left her voice.

She turned to leave, but I called out to her.

“I heard you were about to go to prison. You are lucky Graham took the cases

back,” I said.

I saw her body twitch slightly at my words.

“You should thank me as well. It was

me you shapeshifted into before

You know it is a crime to shapeshift into

Someone without their

permission, or to shapeshift at all,” Continued

She did not turn around, but her fists clenched.

Then she walked away without saying a word.