
{"id":29417,"date":"2026-02-06T12:33:34","date_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:33:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-120\/"},"modified":"2026-02-06T12:33:34","modified_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:33:34","slug":"the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-120","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-120\/","title":{"rendered":"The Heart Surgeon\u2019s Last Patient Novel Chapter 120"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash 120<\/h1>\n<p>Chapter 120\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The next moment, his lips trembled, and tears started to fall.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine\u2019s heart was racing with panic, but she tried her best\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>to calm herself down.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThese marks\u2026 did you do this to yourself?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She remembered Kirsten mentioning that Kevin had a history of\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>self\u2013harm.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kevin kept his head down, tears falling one by one onto the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>floor.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He shook his head, his voice as faint as a whisper, \u201cNo\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine gently cupped his small face. \u201cThen can you tell\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Mommy how you got hurt?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His voice was stuck in his throat; he opened his mouth several times but couldn\u2019t form a complete syllable.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine noticed his breathing was becoming rapid and his\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 120\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>chest was heaving violently\u2013the signs of a panic attack.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine immediately pulled him into her arms, gently patting\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>his back. \u201cIt\u2019s okay, Mommy\u2019s here.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>We can talk about it slowly, or we don\u2019t have to talk about it at\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>all.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The small body in her arms was trembling violently.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kevin grabbed the front of her shirt, his voice trembling.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMommy, if I\u2019m not a good boy, will you be unhappy and stop. loving me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine frowned.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She and Roderick were right. Kevin\u2019s problem had indeed gotten\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>worse again.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He had reverted to how he was in the first few days after she\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>lost her memory.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Flustered, insecure, and emotionally unstable.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNever.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine said firmly, clutching the little guy\u2019s palm.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 120\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kevin sniffled. \u201cI didn\u2019t cut myself, Mommy. I was accidentally\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>scratched by a tree branch.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cReally?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYeah.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine breathed a little easier.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo you were worried we would blame you, and you were\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>scared, that\u2019s why you didn\u2019t want to say anything, right?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kevin didn\u2019t speak, his head lowered as he mumbled, \u201cThis little\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>scratch is nothing. I didn\u2019t want you to worry.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>This child\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>A pang went through Madeleine\u2019s heart.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She suddenly thought of something and asked tentatively, \u201cKev,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>have you\u2026 seen Mr. Osborn recently?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kevin looked up in surprise.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Half an hour later, Madeleine left the hospital with Kevin. The\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>wound had been disinfected and treated.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After bringing the child home, Madeleine asked Kirsten to\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 120\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>watch him and went straight to the study.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick had just finished a phone call. Seeing Madeleine come\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>in, he said with a serious expression:\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re back just in time. I have something to tell you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine\u2019s brow twitched. \u201cI have something to tell you, too.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As their eyes met, they both realized they were about to say the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>same thing.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>On Monday, luxury cars were parked outside Rosebud\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kindergarten as the children trickled into the school.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It was activity day, so after their morning lessons, the kids\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>would get to join in the fun in the afternoon.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Right then, the principal was reviewing the schedule for the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>day\u2019s activities.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cEverything\u2019s in order. Thank you so much, Nanette. I\u2019m sure\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>that with the help of a professional child psychologist, the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>children will thrive.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Standing before the principal, Nanette, who was wearing a long\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>dress, had a gentle smile on her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 120\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI should be the one thanking you. It\u2019s thanks to your trust that I\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>get to work and live with such a lovely group of children.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou\u2019re too kind.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The principal said with a smile, just as a teacher came in and\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>whispered something in her ear.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She asked in a confused whisper, \u201cRight now?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>In my office?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYes, they\u2019ve already arrived.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The principal\u2019s expression immediately turned serious. She\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>nodded, said goodbye to Nanette, and hurried away.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Nanette stuck her hands in her coat pockets and walked into\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>her office, feeling great.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She turned on the security camera feed on her computer, which\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>clearly showed what the children in each classroom were doing.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>This was a privilege for the psychologist. Her daily job was to observe the children and watch for any signs of psychological\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>issues.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Nanette leaned back in her chair, her gaze dark as it fell on a\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 120\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>corner of the monitor.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>On the screen, Kevin was clapping along with the teacher,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>learning that day\u2019s English song. He looked expressionless,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>neither happy nor sad.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHeh.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Nanette let out a scornful laugh, crossing her arms with a smug\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>look on her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It wouldn\u2019t be long now. Kevin\u2019s psychological problems would\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>relapse, and as the person who once gave him the most\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>security, she would definitely be able to get back to his side.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>A fire ignited inside Nanette at the thought.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She just couldn\u2019t figure it out. She had been doing so well with\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>the Livingston family for the past two years, and that Madeleine\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>didn\u2019t seem like she could get back together with Roderick.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>According to her strategy, she should have been able to\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>infiltrate the Livingston family and replace Madeleine.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Why did the plan fail!\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 120\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick fired her without saying a word, a complete one\u2013eighty\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>in his attitude.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cedella\u2019s storytelling style is immersive and addictive\u2014perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.<\/p>\n<h3>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash 120 Chapter 120\u00a0 The next moment, his lips trembled, and tears started [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[85],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-29417","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29417","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=29417"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29417\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29417"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29417"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29417"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}