Chapter 1319

Chapter 1319:

A calculating glint flickered in Elton’s eyes. The doctor had already said Denby’s condition was unstable. Maybe he was worrying for nothing. But he still needed to be prepared.

Back in the ward, Madisyn changed into her medical attire and began assessing Denby’s condition.

With her experience in treating retired soldiers, she was confident she could help Denby, though it wouldn’t be easy.

“Andrew, don’t worry. I will wake Denby up, but…”

She hesitated, locking eyes with Andrew.

“There’s something I need to tell you.”

She led him onto the ward’s balcony, where the air was cool and still.

“Regarding your mother’s death,” she began, her voice steady yet cautious.

“Denby once told me—it wasn’t an accident. Someone orchestrated it.”

She revealed everything she had been holding back.

But as Andrew listened, his expression remained eerily calm.

If this was his first time hearing that his mother’s death wasn’t a tragic accident but a deliberate act, he should have reacted differently.

Madisyn grew uneasy at his silence.

“Andrew… do you want me to stay with you for a while?”

Andrew met her gaze, the warmth in her eyes softening something within him. Lifting a hand, he gently ruffled her hair before speaking.

“Madisyn, you don’t need to worry. Truthfully… I already knew.”

The balcony remained still, the quietness pressing in around them.

“I never said anything,” Andrew admitted, his voice subdued, “because I wanted to spare Grandpa and the others from unnecessary grief.”

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The faint glow from the ward cast soft light on his face. As Madisyn took in the quiet resolve in his eyes, an ache settled in her chest. She didn’t just feel sympathy—she wanted to hold him, to let him know he wasn’t alone.

And that was exactly what she did.

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her hands gently against his back. She gave him a reassuring pat.

“Andrew, no matter what happens, I’ll be here. We’ll find the people responsible for your mother’s death together. And I’ll do everything I can to wake Denby up.”

“Alright.”

Andrew’s response was quiet, yet firm, as he returned her embrace.

For the first time in a long while, Andrew felt a sense of relief. With Madisyn by his side, he no longer had to shoulder everything alone.

After a moment of stillness, they sat down together.

Madisyn’s expression grew serious.

“The situation is complicated, but Denby’s treatment can’t wait. For safety’s sake, I think we should proceed in secret. We can’t afford any unexpected interference.”

Andrew had no objections. His gaze flickered toward his grandfather’s still figure on the hospital bed. As long as Denby woke up, everything would fall into place.

For two days, Elton had his people keeping a close eye on the situation at the military hospital.

Denby remained in a coma. The doctor had made it clear—if things continued like this, the odds of his recovery were slim.

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