When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1778 Taking Care Of Darren

Madeline reacted quickly, stepping back instinctively-but not fast enough. Darren's vomit splattered onto her clothes.

She had never taken care of anyone like this before. The moment the vomit hit her, she bolted straight to the bathroom, scrubbing herself clean. After changing into fresh clothes, all she wanted was to crawl into bed and forget the whole ordeal.

But as she passed by the living room and saw Darren lying there utterly disheveled, a flicker of sympathy stirred in her chest.

Memories surfaced-memories from years ago, when things were different. Back then, they had just gotten married, and her world had crumbled when her family fell into trouble. She had drowned herself in alcohol, seeking an escape from reality.

And every single time, she would end up just as intoxicated as Darren. However, she would wake up the next morning tucked neatly into bed. Darren would be seated beside her.

She slowly approached Darren, picked up a clean set of clothes, and began changing him.

However, the task proved far from easy. Darren was not only too tall but also completely uncooperative. After much effort, she finally managed to change his jacket.

As for the rest, she decided to leave it. After tidying up the space and covering him with a blanket, she finally felt a sense of relief and returned to her room.

But before she could fully settle in, a sudden knock echoed through the quiet night.

Who is it this time?

Suppressing her irritation, Madeline got up and went to check.

When she opened the door, she was met with the sight of Zachary, his face marred by a fresh bruise, as if he'd been in a fight.

"Zachary? It's late. What brings you here?"

Zachary didn't respond immediately. Instead, his gaze drifted past her into the living room, where Darren lay sprawled on the couch, completely drunk.

Only then did he shift his focus back to her.

"Madeline, what exactly is going on between you and Darren now? Hasn't he already explained everything? That incident had nothing to do with him."noveldrama

Madeline hadn't expected Zachary to show up at this hour just to interrogate her about this matter.

She remained silent for a moment before finally replying, "I understand, but this is between Darren and me. It has nothing to do with you."

Zachary fell silent.

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"You've seen Darren's state. When has he ever drunk this much?" Zachary's voice was filled with

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like adults? You were once so close-how did things get to this point?"

Madeline and Darren had been childhood sweethearts, their engagement arranged early in life.

The air between them grew heavy with silence.

Taking a deep breath, Madeline finally said, "If there's nothing else, I'm going to rest."

Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked back to her room.

Zachary didn't leave. Instead, he walked over to the couch, looking down at Darren's disheveled form and sighing.

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women. I can have as many of them as I want.

The next morning, Darren woke up to find Zachary sprawled out beside him.

With a look of pure disdain, he shoved him aside.

Zachary stirred, slowly blinking awake. "You're up," he mumbled groggily.

"Why did you follow me back?" Darren's disdain was barely concealed.

Zachary felt like all his efforts—the punch he took, the confrontation—had been in vain.

"I'm here to tell you something," he said.

"What is it?"

"Yesterday, I went to see Calvin." He gestured at his bruised face. "See this? He punched me."

Darren frowned. "Why?"

"I was trying to stand up for you, but unfortunately, I was no match for him." Zachary spoke pitifully.