Chapter 162 The Lipstick Mark on His Shirt
Madison had a strong sense of pride and a strong personality, so she had never liked to hear others mention that she was not as good as Brittany in her life.
Although this was the case, Madison always felt that Cynthia and Harold were on her side.
She had always felt that Brittany was born with bad luck, causing the death of her husband and her son, and even her daughter-in-law was also killed by the bad luck she brought.
There was nothing on Brittany that was better or stronger than her.
Now, hearing these words from Cynthia, Madison was very angry.
She pushed Harold hard beside her.
"You go, you discipline Cynthia!"
Harold, upon hearing this, felt very embarrassed.
When Dylan went out to chase after Amelia, Amelia had already gotten into a taxi. He hurried over, and Amelia lowered the car window.
Her face was somewhat cold, but her tone was still very calm.
"Dylan, I'm sorry, I may not be able to help you with this favor."
Dylan's expression was very embarrassed. He rubbed his forehead and said softly, "It's my fault. I didn't communicate well with Madison."
Amelia's eyes were indifferent. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
Seeing her indifferent tone, Dylan felt discouraged internally. He could only pay for Amelia's taxi fare and then return to the Kingsley family.
As he entered the living room, he heard Madison inciting Harold to beat Cynthia.
Dylan gritted his teeth, walked over, and knelt directly in front of Madison, fiercely slapping himself a few times.
"Grandma, I'm sorry for not telling you the truth. I'm not dating Amelia. The person I like is not Amelia."
Madison, seeing Dylan slapping himself, paused for a moment and quickly grabbed Dylan's hand.
"Dylan, it's a good thing you don't like her. As long as you don't like her, I won't blame you. There are plenty of good girls in Kasfee."
Dylan's hand was trembling all along. He took out his phone, opened the album, and flipped through the intimate photos taken with Ken for Madison to see.
"I know, but I don't like those girls. Grandma, if you want to introduce someone, introduce a boyfriend to me."
Madison's face suddenly changed drastically. She stared fixedly at the album on Dylan's phone, her voice trembling.
"Dylan, you're lying to me again,"
As she spoke, she snatched Dylan's phone and flipped through several pages, all of Dylan and the European-faced man, Ken.
Her hand holding the phone couldn't stop trembling.
Dylan took his phone back from Madison's hand, his voice heavy and low.
"So, Grandma, don't make it difficult for Amelia anymore. She's the only one who doesn't discriminate against me."
Cynthia was beside herself, unable to hold back her tears.
She never expected that Dylan would personally reveal the truth that he was gay in front of his grandmother.
"Dylan, stop talking. Madison is just selfish, only thinking of herself," Cynthia said.
Madison sat stiffly on the sofa, unable to recover for a long time.
The photos Dylan showed her had a huge impact on her. She even forgot to cry and make a scene.
Harold was also worried about her health issues, wanting to say something to comfort her.
Madison urgently grabbed Dylan's hand and asked,
"Is Anna your child?"
Dylan didn't answer.
Amelia had been trying to hide Anna's identity for three years. If he told Madison the truth, Frederick would know the truth by tonight.
Thinking of Madison's question, she was likely trying to take custody of Anna.
He sighed and said softly, "Whether Anna is my child or not, custody is in Amelia's hands. I won't fight her for it, nor do I have the right to."
From Dylan's words, Cynthia became more certain that Anna was Dylan's child.
Anna's existence may have been an accidental mistake, but in Cynthia's eyes, having a child would make Dylan a normal man and a normal father.
Madison looked at Dylan with a heavy gaze, and when she touched the scars on Dylan's wrist, her expression changed.
She suddenly rolled up Dylan's sleeve and saw the whip marks and wrist-cutting scars on his arm.
Seeing these wounds, Madison, Harold, and Cynthia were all stunned.
They hadn't noticed Dylan's wounds before because they were too angry.
The living room of the Kingsley family suddenly fell silent.
Dylan quickly pulled down his sleeve to cover the scars on his wrist.
Cynthia covered her mouth, trying not to cry out loud.
Even though Madison was selfish, she couldn't bear to pressure Dylan any further. She lowered her hand, silent, and seemed deeply affected.
Cynthia quickly went over to help Dylan up and led him upstairs.
Dylan held Cynthia's hand tightly throughout, apologizing in a low voice.
Cynthia remained silent.
Downstairs.
Madison's voice sounded somewhat weak.
"Dylan, I'm old and a bit confused. Call Amelia and apologize to her on my behalf."
Dylan didn't respond.
Harold was beside her, trying to calm Madison's emotions.
Amelia had just returned to the Davis Manor when Tom Johnson from the Hastings Manor called.
"Ms. Davis, come to the hospital quickly. Brittany suddenly had a stroke and is currently being treated in the emergency room. Mr. Hastings is in Seaspring Valley City and won't be back for two hours."
Upon hearing this, Amelia's expression changed suddenly. She immediately grabbed a car from her garage and headed to the hospital.
When Amelia arrived, Tom was pacing back and forth in front of the emergency room.
Seeing Amelia, he seemed to see a lifesaving straw. "Amelia, you finally came."
Tom's voice was choked with emotion.
Amelia patted his shoulder to calm him down, then listened to him describe Brittany's symptoms.
Two hours later, Brittany was still being treated.
Frederick rushed back from Seaspring Valley City.
He walked out of the elevator, looking tired.
Seeing Amelia sitting on a chair outside the emergency room, his restless heart inexplicably calmed down a lot.
Every ten minutes, the assisting nurse from the emergency room would come out and report the situation to Amelia.
During this time, Brittany's health was not good, so Tom had been paying close attention.
Fortunately, the situation, though critical, was stabilized, and Brittany's life was saved.
"Brittany's condition has temporarily stabilized. There is no immediate danger to her life, but she will be transferred to the intensive care unit for observation."
Upon hearing the assisting nurse's words, Amelia breathed a sigh of relief and then turned to Frederick. When she saw a lipstick mark under his shirt collar, her eyes dimmed slightly, and she quickly looked away.
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