He Cheated I Rose: Making Him Regret Everything (Chloe and Arthur) novel Chapter 289

**A Promise Hidden in the Quiet Rain**
**by Adrian Hale**
**Chapter 289: The Calm Before the Storm**

The atmosphere was thick with unspoken words, Arthur’s unfinished sentence lingering like a ghost in the room. Just then, Madilyn’s voice pierced through the tension, sharp and assertive, as if she were wielding a sword against the oppressive silence.

Charles, lying in the hospital bed, stirred slightly at the sound of her voice. His movement was slow and deliberate, reminiscent of someone emerging from a profound slumber, each inch of his body seeming to awaken from a long, dark night.

“Finished your side. No—”

Madilyn stepped forward, closing the distance between herself and the bed, her face a carefully sculpted mask of concern and determination. “Arthur is more relieved than anyone that you’ve finally woken up. Please, focus on your recovery. We’ll go home as soon as you’re feeling better.” Her words were meant to soothe, but they seemed to have the opposite effect.

Charles’s expression, already a portrait of sternness, deepened into something darker, more accusatory. “I thought you were just waiting for me to die.”

His words sliced through the room, creating a heavy silence that felt almost tangible. Madilyn’s heart raced, and she felt as if the very air around her had thickened, making it difficult to breathe. Charles’s gaze was piercing, as if he were probing her soul for hidden truths. In that fragile moment, she knew she could not allow any hint of her own turmoil to surface. Not now, not ever.

“How can you say something like that?” she replied, stepping closer, her hand instinctively dabbing at her eye, as if she could wipe away the impending tears. “After the accident, you were in a deep coma. The doctors warned us that you might never wake up. All this time, Arthur and I have been searching for any treatment that could help you. Even Dr. Palma, the surgeon who operated on you—Arthur went to great lengths to bring him here from abroad, spending a small fortune in the process.” Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the tempest of emotions within her. “We truly did everything we could.”

The staggering cost of the surgery had exceeded twenty million dollars, a weighty sum that pressed heavily on her conscience. Had Arthur not been so resolute, she would have fought tooth and nail against such a reckless decision, knowing the toll it could take on their family.

Madilyn clung to her facade of devoted concern, even as her inner world raged with conflict.

Charles, however, seemed unfazed by her impassioned plea. He turned his gaze towards Arthur, drawing in a slow, deliberate breath. “I need some peace. I want to rest now.”

“Of course, Grandpa.” Arthur’s voice was immediate, almost too eager to comply, as he signaled for the medical staff to exit the room. Within moments, the atmosphere shifted, enveloping them in a profound silence that felt both heavy and suffocating.

After casting one last glance at Charles, Arthur stepped out first, the weight of the situation pressing down on him like an anchor. “Grandpa, rest well. I have some matters to attend to. I’ll come back later to check on you.” He closed the hospital room door gently behind him, the soft click echoing in the quiet corridor, a sound that felt final.

As he turned around, he found Madilyn standing directly in front of him, her eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made him uneasy, as if she were searching for answers in the depths of his soul.

“Mom, Grandpa’s awake now. I’ll stay with him. You’ve been exhausted for days. Go home and rest,” Arthur said, his voice tinged with fatigue, the exhaustion of the past few days evident in every syllable.

“Arthur, did you see the news?” Madilyn’s tone shifted, cautious and probing, as if she were testing the waters of his awareness.

“What news?” he asked, brow furrowing in confusion.

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