Chapter 322: Are You Done?

“Those individuals had sneaked in undetected,” someone stated.

Tristan and Josiah approached. “They all scaled the wall and escaped earlier, but one has been apprehended by the police. The police will handle the rest.”

“That’s a relief,” Madelyn breathed, sighing. She turned to Fiona and Jillian. “Mrs. Lynch, you’re injured; rest at the hospital. Jillian, stay here to care for your mother and rest yourself. Tristan, keep an eye on them. Don’t let anyone exploit another opening.”

Tristan nodded earnestly. “Don’t worry, I will.” He glanced at Jillian, his eyes filled with affection.

Madelyn chuckled. “It’s getting late,” she said. “Josiah and I will head back. Mrs. Lynch, we’ll visit tomorrow.”

“All right, thank you,” Fiona replied gratefully.

Madelyn and Josiah left the ward. In the lobby, Josiah slapped his forehead. “Oh right, I forgot your medicine!”

“I’ll get it,” Madelyn said, starting to leave.

Josiah stopped her. “Forget it,” he said. “You’ve hurt your hand. Let me do it. Wait for me by the entrance.”

“All right,” Madelyn nodded, heading to the entrance to wait.

A brand-new black Maybach pulled up. The driver opened the backseat door, and Sebastian emerged. Their eyes met. Despite being apart only a day, it felt like a century. Madelyn opened her mouth to speak, but another stunning woman stepped out—Harrier.

Stunned, Madelyn froze. Isn’t Harriet abroad? When did she return? Why are they together?

Harrier also spotted Madelyn. Her face faltered momentarily, then she recovered, laughing. “Ms. Thornton, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

Madelyn hummed coldly, turning to Sebastian. “Why are you here?”

Sebastian’s face remained expressionless. Before he could speak, Harrier interrupted, chuckling. “Ms. Thornton, shouldn't we be asking you that? How did you end up here?”

Madelyn scoffed. “Why does it matter to you?” Her arrogance clearly showed her disdain for the conversation.

Harrier’s smile vanished, replaced by frustration. “Ms. Thornton, I presume you’re here to see Christopher, aren’t you?”

What? Madelyn was baffled. “Harriet, are you out of your mind? What business is it of mine to meddle with Christopher’s affairs?”

Harriet was blunt. “Stop pretending! Everyone knows you’ve always had a soft spot for Christopher. Now that he’s here recovering, isn’t it obvious you came to see him?”

After speaking, Harriet amusingly shook her head, taunting Madelyn. “Ms. Thornton, forgive my bluntness, but don’t you think you’re being a bit much? You were so adamant about having Sebastian all to yourself before, I suppose even you believed those insincere promises, didn’t you? But now? You’ve shot yourself in the foot. Was it really necessary? You’ve played the innocent for so long, nearly fooling us all. But the moment Christopher appeared, you cast Sebastian aside. Your love for Christopher, it’s truly admirable!”

“Harriet, what nonsense are you spouting?” Madelyn laughed. “With such a creative imagination, why aren’t you a scriptwriter? Working at Lockhart Group seems quite limiting for your talent!”

Madelyn’s hospital visit was due to a fight injury, nothing to do with Christopher. She was completely unaware he was even in the hospital.

However, Harriet laughed wildly, disdain in her eyes. Madelyn’s amusement grew, leaving her speechless. This Harriet, she really has a knack for painting others in a bad light!

But Madelyn wouldn’t be pushed around. “Ms. Moore, I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about, but I assure you with my integrity, I didn’t come here for Christopher; I didn’t even know he was here. Please open your eyes and clear your mind. Get your facts straight before you speak, okay?”

Madelyn rolled her eyes, not bothering to hide her impoliteness.

“Oh? Is that so?” Harriet chuckled, unconvinced.

Sebastian, losing interest, interrupted coldly. “There’s nothing more to discuss, Harriet, let’s go.”

“All right,” Harriet conceded, falling silent. She paced herself to match Sebastian’s stride as they walked into the hospital.

Watching them leave, Madelyn felt a sharp pain. Suddenly, she rushed forward, clutching Sebastian’s clothing, her gaze unwavering. “Sebastian, even you don’t believe me?” she questioned, disbelief lacing her words. If even he doesn’t believe me, then there really isn’t much left to say.

Their eyes met. Sebastian seemed to notice her sincerity.

Harriet, losing her temper, forcefully pushed Madelyn away. “Madelyn, enough already. How much longer are you planning to keep up this charade?”

Madelyn grunted; Harriet had pushed her injured side. Madelyn ignored the pain, her gaze fixed on Sebastian, stubbornly waiting for his answer.

From a distance, Josiah saw Madelyn being shoved; his expression soured. He strode over and pushed Harriet forcefully. “What are you doing?”

Harriet stumbled backward, nearly falling.