
{"id":29545,"date":"2026-02-06T12:38:11","date_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:38:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-248\/"},"modified":"2026-02-06T12:38:11","modified_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:38:11","slug":"the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-248","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-248\/","title":{"rendered":"The Heart Surgeon\u2019s Last Patient Novel Chapter 248"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash ` 248<\/h1>\n<p>Chapter 248\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>When her son saw the therapist, Mr. Eleanor had said something similar.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The little guy has a very low sense of self\u2013worth because he\u2019s\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>so sensitive.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Is Rebecca like that too?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But I never noticed.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cShe hides it very well.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick saw what Madeleine was thinking and said in a low voice, \u201cMaybe it\u2019s the grim experience of her family going bankrupt, or the death of Leo who pulled her from the darkness\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>-those things hit her too hard.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Even as he said it, Roderick couldn\u2019t help but sigh.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMaybe those are the things that make her subconsciously feel that good things aren\u2019t meant for her, that she belongs in a\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>darker place.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine\u2019s mouth fell open slightly as she understood, picking\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 248\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>up where Roderick left off:\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo, the maturity, stability, and tolerance Adrian shows are, in\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>her eyes, another form of perfection and light. The two are\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>opposites, and she can\u2019t feel at ease standing beside him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick nodded in approval.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His Madeleine really was clever.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo, if I were Adrian, the first thing I\u2019d do is sink with her.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine took a deep breath.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>It was a long moment before she spoke.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cRicki, if you\u2019d used that brain of yours to go after me back then,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>would we really have spent all those years as sworn enemies?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The yard was filled with laughter when footsteps were heard\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>outside, followed by the doorbell ringing.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Bradley was busy with the BBQ skewers. Just because Kevin had praised his grilling as the best, he\u2019d been standing in front\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>of the grill for an hour.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWho is it? Rebecca and him?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 248\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Bradley wiped his hands and went to open the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cUnbelievable. After those two are done fooling around, I still\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>have to open the door for them.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Grumbling irritably, Bradley went and pressed the switch for the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>yard gate.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The moment the gate opened, a gust of fresh air rushed in from\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>outside.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Mixed with a familiar, intoxicating scent of wood and flowers.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Bradley was so struck by the familiar scent that he almost lost\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>his balance.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Charlotte just appeared before him like that.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She was wearing a long white floral dress, paired with a long,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>dark brown coat, and a matching white floral scarf wrapped\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>around her neck, looking elegant and classy.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Time seemed to freeze in that moment.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Bradley swallowed all his earlier complaints and grumbling, his\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>mind going blank.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Because besides Charlotte.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 248\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He also saw a familiar figure.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The man Charlotte had once posted on her moments.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLong time no see, Bradley.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The surprise in Charlotte\u2019s eyes vanished in a flash, a smile\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>gracing the corners of her eyes as she greeted Bradley gently.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Bradley wanted to speak, but his throat was tight, and he\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>subconsciously focused all his attention on the man beside\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Charlotte.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The man was tall, wore black\u2013rimmed glasses, and looked very\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>refined.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Charlotte turned her head, \u201cSimon Adler, this is the one I told\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>you about, my younger brother, Bradley.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The man smiled and extended his hand to Bradley.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo you\u2019re Bradley. I\u2019ve often heard your sister mention you. My\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>name is Simon, and I\u2019m your sister\u2019s\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBoyfriend.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Charlotte finished, smiling slightly.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 248\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Those words were the last straw for Bradley; his pupils\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>trembled violently.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHello.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He nodded, not extending his hand, just responding\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>mechanically.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His brain was still processing the information: \u201cCharlotte really\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>has a boyfriend,\u201d \u201cCharlotte doesn\u2019t want him anymore.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He stiffly turned to the side, letting the two of them in.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Charlotte and Simon were both carrying things and greeted\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>everyone as they came in.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Charlotte walked up to Madeleine.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLong time no see, Madeleine. The last time I saw you was at\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>your and Roderick\u2019s wedding. You haven\u2019t changed a bit.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHi, Charlotte.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine smiled guiltily.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The last time she saw her wasn\u2019t at the wedding\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Charlotte took out a box and handed it over. \u201cThese are a\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 248\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>protective amulet and a bracelet I got from the church last time.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>There\u2019s a set for you and Rebecca.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWow, thank you, Charlotte.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cDon\u2019t be so formal. Where\u2019s Rebecca?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, she\u2019s\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Before she could finish, Rebecca\u2019s voice came from outside the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>gate.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMadeleine!\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Come help! I picked a ton of gossip.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine gave a strained smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>There really was a lot of gossip today.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>After Rebecca finished talking with Professor Shaw, he led her\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>around to the other side.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Some vegetables and fruits were growing there. Adrian had initially lied to Rebecca, pretending he didn\u2019t know who planted\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>them, and told her to quickly sneak some back with her.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Rebecca felt it wasn\u2019t right. Although she believed in being\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 248\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>frugal, it didn\u2019t mean she should steal things.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Adrian calmly told her it was fine, since the owner would\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>probably just think a wild animal ate anything that went missing\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 ` 248 Chapter 248\u00a0 When her son saw the therapist, Mr. Eleanor [&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-29545","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\/29545","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=29545"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29545\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29545"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29545"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29545"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}