Chapter 125 2 Months After

• Maddison's POV
• There was no silence anymore. Eight weeks ago after Grant’s accident, it vanished from the penthouse. And in its place, there were only a bunch of different sounds that caused Maddison's entire body to cringe. The incessant buzz of the Wheelchair. The clink of pill bottles. And now, it was 5:40 in the morning, and Dylan was crying, and wanted his feeding bottle.
• At that instant, Maddison did not simply get up from her bed but it was more like she was hauling herself out of a dream.