All Chapters of The Love Triangle: Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

Trevon's injury had not flared up again.Once Madeline was sure of it, she left him be and did not say another word to them for the rest of the trip.Trevon, looking down, did not seem to mind.Daniel fidgeted, touching his nose and pushing up his glasses more than he usually did.When they arrived at the Redenbaugh City Hospital, Madeline would not let Trevon come with her. She went alone to see how the Yates family was doing.Trevon tried to protest, but Daniel held him back. "Mr. Gibson, you're familiar with Mrs. Gibson's fiery temper. If you tag along, she might just blow a fuse. I think she still cares about you, so let's not ruffle her feathers again, okay?"Trevon reluctantly backed down.Inside the hospital, Caleb looked pretty grim. "Zander's awake, Mrs. Jeppesen and her husband are still out cold. The doctors aren't sure if they'll come around."He handed Madeline a phone. "Zander handed this over, saying it belongs to Mrs. Jeppesen."It was filled with messages and

Josiah had no choice but to get up and answer it.A police officer was there, with Cilix right beside him.They had dug into Lydia's family background during their investigation and instantly knew that man was Lydia's dad.Josiah scowled. "Ever heard of protocol? This isn't a place for visitors. Get them out of here!"The officer, phone in hand, looked like he was in a tough spot. "Captain, the chief's on the line."Josiah's face turned stormy as he took the call. Whatever he heard only made him look more severe.He glared at Cilix, his frustration clear. "You must be Lydia's father. You've got ten minutes!"It was not by the book, but the chief had spoken, and Josiah had to follow orders.He despised how wealthy folks had always skirted the rules, making his job harder and more complicated.Cilix ignored Josiah's attitude, gave a nod, and headed in with a lawyer to see Lydia.Seeing her father, Lydia's tightly wound nerves eased. "Daddy."Lydia's voice broke, and tears foll

Trevon said, "No, just do what you normally do."Yardley was totally lost.Trevon seemed to care about the plaintiff's odds of winning, and everything he said seemed to root for Madeline's victory, yet he told Yardley to play it straight.If Yardley played it straight, he would aim for a slap on the wrist or even a full acquittal. That what his rep and career were built on.He was more than capable, so what was Trevon really getting at?Trevon was not about to reveal it and just shooed him away.Yardley was majorly stressed out.The next day, still on the fence, he hit up Daniel for some intel.Daniel gave him a pitiful look and said, "Mr. Gibson owes Lydia a huge one for saving his life. She asked, and he couldn't say no. He even promised that you'd go all out for her defense."Yardley was speechless. "What about Mrs. Gibson? Mr. Gibson can't actually be into..."Daniel let out a heavy sigh. "Just give it everything you've got. No matter how it shakes out, Mr. Gibson won't h

Stepping out of the detective agency, Madeline's phone rang. It was Dallas."Ms. Sanders, there's interest in the painting you left at the shop. Could you swing by?"Madeline did not hesitate, hailing a cab straight to Oralia."Mr. Scott, which painting caught the client's eye?" she inquired upon arrival.Dallas looked uneasy, letting out a sigh. "Ms. Sanders, you might want to check out the VIP room."With a puzzled frown, Madeline pushed open the VIP room door to find a man sprawled on the sofa."You're Madeline?" he asked lazily.Madeline nodded. "Which painting did you fancy?"She scanned the room, spotting several paintings—her paintings—that she had entrusted to Stephen to sell.Dallas quickly stepped in. "Ms. Sanders, meet Mr. Hector Ferguson, the second son of the Ferguson family."It clicked for Madeline.Without even a glance in her direction, Hector addressed Dallas. "Mr. Scott, since when did the Fergusons start slumming it? These paintings are an embarrassment t

Hector tilted his head up with a hint of arrogance. "Obviously. Remember, I'm Ferguson's second in command. Smarten up and fall in line."Madeline snorted, whipped out her phone, and video called Stephen.Stephen picked up quickly, looking like he was in a car on the move.He flashed a grin at Madeline. "What's up, Madeline? Need something?"Madeline returned a slight smile. "Actually, Mr. Ferguson, there is something."At the mention of 'Mr. Ferguson', Hector's heart lurched, and he shot her a look of disbelief."You..."Before he could finish, Madeline flipped the camera around.There was Hector, lighter in hand, about to torch a painting, then in full view.Stephen's brow creased instantly. "What's going on?"Madeline's laughed mockingly. "Mr. Hector Ferguson here thinks my artwork isn't fit for Oralia and is about to set it ablaze. What's your take on this, Mr. Ferguson?"Stephen's expression darkened. "Hand him the phone."Madeline paused, not handing her phone over to