Chapter 1496 - 1537: Fell in Love

A madwoman, and yet she was precisely the one he fell in love with.

Before he met her, he had never once imagined that in this lifetime he would fall in love with a madwoman. He had always been arrogant to the extreme, wild, proud, watching life with a cold, mocking gaze.

He had once believed that the kind of woman who could catch his eye must possess uncommon talent, enough taste and charm, and a voluptuous figure with an incomparable face; otherwise, how could his heart ever be moved?

But when he found her on the brink of death, when he, for once, felt a rare flicker of pity and took her to the Hospital, when she leaned against his chest, her thin, frail body trembling uncontrollably, tears falling as she spoke words of resentment in a voice both fragile and unyielding, it was as if some nameless thing slowly seeped into his heart.

Later, she would sometimes be mad, sometimes lucid, but she had forgotten everything from the past. She only remembered that her name was Clover, only remembered that she had once given birth to a child.

When she lost her mind, she would mistake him for that man she had loved and yet also hated; her eyes would be filled with deep tenderness, and then with bitter, decisive hatred.

For the first time, he discovered that another person’s emotions could shake him like this, could make him, without even realizing it, run to the Hospital every day to keep her company, could make him unable to stop wondering what kind of man that one she both loved and hated really was.

Why had that man betrayed her? What kind of torment had she experienced in the past, enough to drive her to madness?

If she had never gone mad, how beautiful might everything have been?

By the time he suddenly came to his senses, he realized he had already fallen in love with her—fallen in love with a madwoman whose heart still held another man.

Feelings like this, even he found laughable when he spoke of them, and yet they had truly happened.

It wasn’t that he had no chance to take her by force, nor that he had no chance to possess her. But he did not want to spend his whole life being, in her heart, merely that man’s shadow, merely that man’s substitute.

He loved her, but he also had his own pride.

He had originally thought that once her injuries healed, he would bring her to live permanently at the May residence, but he never expected that the Landon Family would come looking for her after the police station compared her blood samples and confirmed the genetic match.

Only then did he learn that she was the Landon Family’s long-lost young lady—Giselle Landon.

The Landon Family and the May Family were both prestigious clans in F City. If Giselle Landon had never gone missing back then, perhaps he would have met her at some social gathering, perhaps they would have fallen in love, perhaps they would have married as a matter of course.

But this world never bends so easily to one’s wishes. Before he met her, she had already fallen in love with another man, and he had arrived one step too late.

And that one step too late might well have cost him a lifetime of happiness that had been within easy reach.

From then on, he quietly stayed by her side, and became a laughingstock within F City’s upper circles—the lofty, proud Theodora May, in love with the Landon Family’s mad heiress.

But so what? Not one of the people who laughed at him met a good end. Gradually, no one dared to make jokes about it anymore.

And this quiet companionship had already lasted for thirty years.

Theodora May was serving dishes for Giselle Landon, personally picking the bones from her fish and peeling her shrimp. He was only a step away from feeding her with his own hands. The people watching from the side naturally each had their own thoughts as they took in the scene.

Amelia Foster had also been sent to the main house today to help serve dishes. As she tried her best not to make any mistakes, she recalled the instructions she had given her son and daughter earlier—telling them to stay far away from the main house, so as not to stir up any trouble.