Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash 118

“He was an absolute angel. The young master ate dinner by 

himself, finished every last grain of his risotto, and even took 

his own bath. When I went to check on him, he was already in 

bed reading a book.” 

Roderick frowned, “His mom and I went out without him, and he 

didn’t make a fuss or ask anything?” 

“Nope.” 

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Roderick’s frown deepened. 

Kevin was more well–behaved than other kids, but never this 

good. 

This was actually similar to how he acted a couple of years ago 

when his mental state was really unstable. 

“I understand, Kirsten. You should get some rest. Don’t wake up 

so early tomorrow, I’ll have breakfast delivered.” 

“It’s no trouble, really. I don’t need much sleep at my age. Let 

me make it, I know your tastes best.” 

Chapter 118 

Ever since Madeleine returned to normal, Kirsten had been 

much happier coming to work. 

That night, Madeleine clung to Roderick and wouldn’t let go. 

No, that’s not right. It was Roderick’s hair. 

She was also mumbling something, like “don’t lose the little 

bunny I made…” 

Kirsten’s Herbal Hangover Remedy Soup really worked. 

Madeleine woke up the next morning feeling refreshed, with no 

discomfort at all. 

Of course, she had completely forgotten everything that happened after she got drunk last night. 

She only remembered dancing with Roderick, getting the ring, 

and the candlelight dinner. While brushing her teeth, she held 

up her hand to look at the wedding ring and grinned foolishly 

for a long time. 

After breakfast, Roderick mentioned he’d made an appointment with a new psychologist and was planning to take Kevin to see 

them today. 

Chapter 118 

That’s when Madeleine remembered that Kev had severe 

psychological trauma. This was a serious matter that couldn’t 

be ignored. 

The new doctor was Mr. Eleanor, whom Roderick had found 

himself. He was a top authority in the field of child psychology. 

At Mr. Eleanor’s office, he first spoke with Madeleine and 

Roderick privately to get a general idea of the child’s situation. 

Mr. Eleanor frowned, “The child has seen a psychologist before? 

Why the change? 

Therapy is a process. If a trusting relationship has been built, 

switching therapists is generally not