Filed to story: Mr Williams Madame Is Dying Novel Free Online (Madison & Hunter)
It was one blow after another. Madison clutched her chest and said, “My parents are dead, too?”
“Yeah, Mom died from an illness, and Dad went into a coma due to an intracranial hemorrhage. The treatment lasted for a long time, but he didn’t make it.”
Madison held her head, unable to accept this reality.
Hunter hugged her gently and comforted her, “Don’t be afraid, Madie. You still have me. I’ll be with you forever. We can still have babies after your body recovers.”
Madison choked and couldn’t talk. She wanted to say something, but her mind blanked out.
If she forced herself to recall, she would have a splitting headache. She leaned in Hunter’s embrace and tried to calm down.
She managed to calm down after a while.
“Tell me more about our past. I don’t remember anything. How did we meet?”
Hunter carried her to the window, and they lay on a soft rug. The temperature in the room was cozy even though it was snowing outside.
Madison leaned on Hunter’s chest and felt his warmth. His deep and pleasing voice rang in her ear.
“11 years ago, I was lying on the floor, bloody and near death. You found me.
“You were still very young then. But you approached me with kindness even though you were scared.
“You called emergency services for me and wiped the blood off me with your handkerchief.”
Hunter couldn’t help but smile when he recalled the first time they met.
“I was almost dead, but the warm smile on your face when you left is forever engraved in my mind. I swore to find you again to repay your kindness.”
“Then, what happened?”
“I was swamped then, and a few years passed before I went to see you.
“I went to your school to make a speech. I can still remember when I saw you on the field. You were in your uniform, and your hair was in a ponytail.
“You looked more mature but still sunny and in the prime of your youth.”
An image flashed through Madison’s mind.
It was a handsome man in a white shirt. But the image passed too quickly, and she couldn’t tell who the man was.
Hunter continued to reminisce about their lives together.
Madison couldn’t remember anything, but she was able to pick up some clues from Hunter’s words.
“I used to love you a lot, right?”
Hunter looked at her tenderly and said, “Did your memories return?”
Madison shook her head and said, “I just think that the me you’re talking about was such an outstanding individual.
“But she gave up her family and her studies just to be with you. If she weren’t hopelessly in love with you, she wouldn’t have given up her dreams for you.”
Hunter had a complicated expression on his face, which confused Madison.
He looked into the distance and murmured, “Yeah, you would never have given up so much if you weren’t hopelessly in love with me. Madie, I’ll love you with everything I have. I swear on my life.”
He hugged Madison so tightly that she could barely breathe. She had no choice but to push against Hunter.
Then, Madison realized her right arm wasn’t as nimble as her left. She looked and saw a scar.
“My arm…”
Hunter quickly let go of her and said, “You suffered an arm injury, but it’s getting better.”
Madison tried to move her right arm and found that there weren’t many issues other than being less supple. But she thought it was strange.
“Why would I get injured out of nowhere? What injury was it? Who hurt me?”
“It was a bad man, but he already got what he deserved. You don’t have to dwell on it anymore.”
Madison blinked and realized that Hunter was keeping a lot from her.
Hunter was good to her, but she was still on guard against him. She felt like something was wrong but couldn’t put her finger on what it was.
“You’re interested in practicing medicine, so I’ve arranged an opportunity for you to study abroad.”
“Didn’t you say I gave up everything for marriage? Why would you let me continue my studies now?”
Hunter’s gaze was deep and distant, with an unmistakable hint of remorse.
“I’ve noticed that you haven’t been as happy as I thought you would be in the past few years. Madie, you’re free to do whatever you want to do from now on. I’ll always support you, okay?”
“… Okay.”
Madison was still a little out of it. She had just woken up, after all.
She didn’t know her past and was unsure of her future. She had no idea what she wanted to do, so she just agreed to Hunter’s proposal.
She figured that he loved her so much and probably wouldn’t do anything to harm her.
Also, it was apparent that Hunter was wealthy from the decor of the house alone. What could a rich and handsome man like him possibly want from an orphaned and bankrupt housewife?
Madison figured that furthering her studies might not be a bad idea. She thought that Hunter was trying to make things up to her for the loss of her baby.
Maybe that was why he was so considerate but cautious.
She had many questions in her mind, but she decided to leave them for the next time.
They still had plenty of time. She could take her time to understand everything slowly.
“Also…” Madison poked Hunter’s chest with her finger and asked, “How did I used to address you?”
Hunter gulped and said, “You’d call me âhoney’ when you were in a good mood. You’d call me by my full name when you were in a bad mood. And …”
Hunter paused for a while, and Madison waited for him to continue.
Then, Hunter whispered in her ear, “You like to call me âHunter’ when we’re in bed.”
Madison blushed and punched him lightly on the chest. “You pervert!”
Hunter grabbed one of her hands and kissed it. “Madie, I…”
Hunter’s phone rang. He looked at the caller and let go of Madison. “I need to take this call.”
Hunter quickly walked out the door and whispered, “Hello?”
“Mr. Williams, is Mrs. Williams awake yet? How is she feeling?” Chris asked.
Madison had been knocked out for three days since she was injected with the drug. Chris figured she had to have woken up.
Hunter roughly described Madison’s condition to Chris, who sighed in relief.
“That’s great. I was afraid that…”
Chris had been feeling anxious for the past few days. He remembered the time when Madison had a high fever a year ago.
The amount of red blood cells and white blood cells she had was unbelievably low.
That was usually caused by chemotherapy. But there weren’t any issues on Madison’s medical examination report, so Chris didn’t bring it up.
The drug Hunter injected into Madison was unique. It would have adverse effects when injected into people with weaker immune systems, like kids, pregnant women, and the elderly.
Other than that, it would also be detrimental to the health of cancer patients.
Chris would sometimes think about how pale and sickly Madison looked a year ago.
“What are you afraid of?”
“I just thought Mrs. Williams’s health hasn’t been too good. I was afraid that her body would reject the drug. I’m happy to hear that everything is fine.”
After some thought, he added, “You should keep a close eye on Mrs. Williams’s condition during this time. Contact me immediately if something goes wrong.”
“Okay.”
Madison noticed the caller ID on Hunter’s phone.
It was Chris Atkins. She wondered why Hunter would want to take the call away from her even though it was a man.
Then, she figured the villa wasn’t cheap based on the decor and size.
It was clear that Hunter was well-off. Perhaps he was talking to the upper management of his company or an important client. It was understandable.
Madison didn’t know Hunter’s identity yet. Although she had questions, she was sure she could get the answers she sought eventually.
She stopped overthinking and started to take a look around the house. She noticed that the house’s decor and every little ornament were based on her preferences.
Madam Burgess had just finished doing the dishes and was holding a cucumber. She chewed on it and said, “Of course, all these things were picked out by you, Mrs. Williams.
“You’ve given everything in this house some thought, even the slippers. That’s probably why you found the place familiar despite your memory loss.”
“Was I ever close with him?”
Madam Burgess took another bite of the cucumber and said, “That’s for sure. You two got married because you were so in love.
“But I was working in the Williams Residence then. I did hear that you learned how to cook for Mr. Williams’s sake and that you cooked for him every day.
“Sometimes, Mr. Williams would cook for you, too. You used to love the apple cider that Mr. Williams made.”
Madam Burgess had a happy expression as she said, “Back then, Madam Eugenia was still alive. She would call you over during autumn.
“There was a tall chestnut tree in the yard, which you would climb up and shake the branches of while Madam Eugenia would collect the chestnuts that fell.
“And Mr. Williams would be cooking in the kitchen. Those were the days.”
From Madam Burgess’ story, Madison could tell that she and Hunter used to be a loving couple who were made for each other.
When she glanced at the pink roses on the table, an image of a woman sighing deeply at some withered flowers flashed in her mind.
She unconsciously picked up the roses but was brought back to her senses by the sharp pain from her finger.
Madison looked down at her bleeding finger and felt like it was surreal.
“Mrs. Williams, you’ve hurt yourself? It’s my fault for not removing the thorns. I’ll get you a band-aid.”
Hunter reacted faster. He had already taken Madison’s hand, put the bleeding finger into his mouth, and stopped the bleeding.
He spat the blood out into a trashcan and applied a cute-looking band-aid on her finger.
“You have to be more careful next time,” Hunter said.
Madison was stunned. She nodded, then raised her head to meet his loving eyes.
It was the middle of the night. Burgess had already returned home. Hunter and Madison were the only ones left in the villa.
“Are you tired?”
Madison shook her head and said, “Not at all. I’ll watch TV for a while.”
She felt a little awkward. Even though the two of them were already married, she still wasn’t that familiar with Hunter.
She was still reluctant to be intimate with him.
Hunter noticed her unease. He wasn’t about to rush things. “Okay, I’ll watch with you.”
