All Chapters of Thorns of the Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Madison’s POV In the quiet solitude of my room, the late afternoon sun gently streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow that enveloped the space. I had retreated to the comfort of my room, seeking a moment of respite from the events of the day. My room, with its tasteful decor and inviting ambiance, was a sanctuary of serenity. As I settled into a plush armchair, the soft cushion cradling me, I couldn't help but smile. It was a smile that crept up on me without warning, a gentle, subtle curve of my lips. My cheeks tinged with a rosy hue, and I couldn't fathom the reason behind this uninvited expression of joy. I asked myself, my voice a hushed whisper, "Why am I smiling?" The answer eluded me, a fleeting mystery that danced on the periphery of my thoughts. It was a departure from my usual demeanor, where control and sophistication were my constant companions. At this moment, vulnerability had found its way into my heart, and it was a sensation both foreign and

Madison’s POV The journey to the hospital felt like an eternity. I stared out the window, watching the world blur by, my mind a whirlwind of anxiety and fear. Memories of my mother's love and care flooded my thoughts. She had always been there for us, and now it was our turn to be there for her. "Please drive faster, sir," Andy pleaded with the taxi driver, his voice trembling with urgency. "We don't want to lose her." The driver glanced at us through the rearview mirror, his expression a mix of sympathy and frustration. "I'm already driving within my speed limit. I can't go any faster." Andy's desperation was evident as he made a promise. "I'll add to your fare, just please, get us there as quickly as you can." The driver seemed to consider the offer for a moment before finally relenting. He stepped on the accelerator, and the car surged forward, cutting through the traffic with a newfound determination. In no time, we arrived at the hospital. As we screeched to a halt in front

Madison’s POV In the quiet of the hospital, I observed the transformation in Andy’s countenance as the doctor approached us. His eyes widened, and a glimmer of hope returned to his young face, a stark contrast to the worry that had weighed him down. I couldn’t suppress my feelings of relief as I reached out and gently clasped the doctor’s arm, my voice trembling with gratitude. “Thank you, doctor. Please, do everything you can to save her.” The doctor met my gaze with a sense of determination. “We’ll keep a close watch on her and do our best. Your mother’s a strong woman, and that works in her favor.” As the doctor left to attend to other patients, I turned to Andy, a reassuring smile gracing my lips. “She’s going to be okay, Andy. We just have to keep believing and stay strong.” He nodded, a mixture of relief and gratitude in his expression. “Yeah, Madison, we can do this.” I couldn’t help but smile. My smile, though tinged with sadness, concealed my true emotions. At least he

Madison's POV I stood waiting for Mrs Rosaline by the doctor’s office, her presence provided a sense of calm and certainty amidst the chaos of the hospital. The door to the doctor's office creaked open, and Mrs. Rosaline stepped inside. I watched as she engaged in a conversation with the physician. She was not just any nurse; her expertise was renowned. I had seen her in action before, and her mere presence inspired confidence in patients and their families. I waited patiently, anxiety coiling in my chest. I wanted to know what the doctor had discussed with Mrs. Rosaline, to understand the details of the impending heart surgery. Despite my overwhelming fear, I knew that my mother was in capable hands, both medically and personally. I couldn’t help but admire Mrs. Rosaline’s competence and her genuine care for our family. Her comforting aura was like a lighthouse guiding us through the stormy seas of illness and uncertainty. Mrs. Rosaline soon emerged from the doctor’s office, her

Tyler's pov I hurried through the polished corridors of Marshal's Fundings, Los Angeles' foremost hedge fund organization. The board meeting was slated for 3 p.m., and I was already eight minutes late. Despite my swift pace, my mind was still preoccupied with the earlier unexpected encounter with Madison's brother. I couldn't shake off the deep concern I felt for Madison's ailing mother. Upon reaching the opulent boardroom, the tension was palpable, and the room buzzed with the conversations of the board members. I took my seat at the head of the table, and the board members fell into a respectful silence. I cleared my throat and spoke in my characteristic composed tone, "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the delay. Thank you for your patience. Now, let's proceed." The room filled with the sound of rustling papers as everyone retrieved their meeting agendas. The meeting had a packed agenda, but I had a nagging thought lingering at the back of my mind. I knew I had to balance my