Chapter 236: Chapter 236

Madeline lifted her head, staring at the road. "Maybe this is his punishment and redemption. He ruined my life by draining my savings for my mom and brother. He also borrowed so much money from our relatives that none of them want to have any contact with us anymore."

"To have him dead in a ditch is pitiful but not surprising," Madeline said. "But I’m glad that he has a use for others in his head. He’s being used for young doctors to study, right?"

"Right," Lance nodded. "Are you sure you don’t want to bury him?"

"No, let him be useful," Madeline smiled. "Oh, and can I ask you one more thing?"

"Sure, baby. I’m always here for you," Lance assured.

"Can you hide this from my mother? She’s been through a lot, and she already treated my father as a dead person anyway," Madeline commented. "I don’t want her to start feeling nostalgic about him. Just let her forget about her husband and carry on with life."

Lance nodded, though he didn’t understand.

Lance grew up in a tightly-knit family. They shared their problems and helped each other when needed; it was just part of his life.

So, it felt tragic to see his beloved’s family in shambles and an unrecoverable state.

"So, what’s the good news?" Madeline asked as she shifted the topic.

Lance finally smiled as he replied, "You will see in our home. I’ve prepared a huge surprise for you."

**

Lance’s car entered the gate and drove through the vast garden leading to the front door of their mansion.

He opened the car door for her, and they walked side by side into the main door of the mansion.

Lance stopped before he opened the door and grinned, "Are you ready for the surprise?"

"Mm! Show me!"

"Alright, here goes nothing!"

Lance pushed the door open, and Madeline saw a fragile woman sitting on the round sofa near the window. She had a thin but gentle smile directed towards Madeline.

"Welcome home, Maddy."

"M—Mom? Aren’t you—" Madeline was speechless seeing her mother in here. She looked far healthier than before, though she still had to wear that hat to cover her bald head.

"I got discharged today. The doctor said that I am completely free of cancer now! But I told Lance to keep it a secret because I want to surprise you," Diana said. "Are you happy that I’m here?"

Madeline couldn’t hold herself anymore. She ran towards her mother and hugged her tightly, "Mom! Oh, God, I’m so glad that you’re here!"

Diana chuckled as she patted Madeline’s back, "Yes, I’m here and getting healthy. We can spend more time together now."

"Don’t wish for it, Mom," Nathan barged in after preparing today’s dinner. He shot a judging look at Lance and reported, "Madeline and Lance get busy every night. It’s crazy how horny they can get."

"N—Nathan! We’re not that bad!" Madeline defended herself, even though she knew that Nathan was correct.

Lance didn’t try to defend himself. He admitted it loud and proud anyway.

"Once you find a woman you love, you’ll have the same problem as I do, Nathan," Lance said.

Diana nodded. "It’s normal for young people."

"Ugh, whatever." Nathan turned around and walked towards the dining table. "Dinner’s ready. Let’s eat before it’s cold."

Madeline helped her mother get up, and afterward, Diana could just walk around normally, much to Madeline’s joy.

"See? I’m all good now," Diana said to reassure Madeline.

She joined Nathan and Lance, who were already seated on their respective chairs at the dinner table.

Madeline assisted in preparing everyone’s portion before they started eating.

Diana was pleasantly surprised by the taste of her first normal dinner after so long.

"Mm! Nathan, your training to be a cook is really paying off! It’s so good!"

Nathan, his expression as flat as ever, but Madeline knew her brother so much and knew that Nathan was being bashful right now.

"I’m a junior cook in Cedric’s kitchen," Nathan said. "Still a part-time job, though. It’d be nice if I could ditch school and focus on my work."

"You can’t do that. You need to finish high school before you can decide what to do next," Madeline said sternly. "Besides, Cedric already told me about your progress. If you want, you will be sent to an elite culinary school in France right after your high school graduation."

Nathan pouted, "That’s still about two years from now..."

"You don’t need to worry. With your skill and Cedric’s recommendation, your seat in any culinary school is secured. Cedric is quite the talk in the culinary industry."

Nathan nodded, "I learned a lot from him."

Madeline noticed Lance was already done with his food, so she asked, "Do you want the pie?"

"Mm, thank you, babe," Lance said, raising his small plate. Madeline placed a piece of blueberry pie on it. "What—this is too little for me."

"You need to watch your weight, Lance," Madeline commented. "You’ve been so busy that you don’t have time to exercise. I want to make sure you’re always healthy and fit."

Lance pouted but said nothing. He dared not complain to his girlfriend, knowing Madeline was right.

Diana observed her daughter’s commanding nature at the table. Madeline seemed to be taking control of the relationship, or perhaps Lance was just too in love to voice his protest.

Nevertheless, Diana was relieved. She was worried that Lance and his family, being ultra-powerful, might bully Madeline.

Diana was still a little hesitant, afraid that Madeline wouldn’t be able to fit in.

But watching how efficiently Madeline managed the mansion, Diana realized she was overthinking.

’Then, I don’t have anything to fear anymore. Even if I die, I won’t have to worry about them,’ Diana thought as she savored the food made by her son.

Of course, she wished to live longer.

But as a cancer survivor, she had accepted the possibility of something grim happening to her.

’I just wish I could see my grandchildren before I die.’

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