
{"id":29594,"date":"2026-02-06T12:40:02","date_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:40:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-297\/"},"modified":"2026-02-06T12:40:02","modified_gmt":"2026-02-06T12:40:02","slug":"the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-297","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/the-heart-surgeons-last-patient-novel-chapter-297\/","title":{"rendered":"The Heart Surgeon\u2019s Last Patient Novel Chapter 297"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Night Carved Paths Into Silence by Zyrel Ash ` 297<\/h1>\n<p>Chapter 297\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As soon as they entered a store, Minerva was immediately captivated by the dazzling array of little dresses, cheering as she rushed toward the clothing racks.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kevin wasn\u2019t very interested in clothes, but he obediently let his mom hold his hand, his little head looking around curiously.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine and Minerva picked out clothes, occasionally holding a piece up to Minerva to discuss the color and style.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kevin sat quietly on the soft bench next to the fitting rooms, dangling his short little legs.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>His big, bright eyes scanned the surrounding crowd and glittering storefronts like radar.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Then, his gaze fixed on something, a puzzled expression\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>crossing his small face.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He blinked, rubbed his eyes hard, and craned his neck to look closely at something not far away.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMr. Shaw?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 297\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The little guy tilted his head, confused.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Why was Mr. Shaw walking with a pretty lady he didn\u2019t know?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Didn\u2019t Mom say Mr. Shaw and Rebecca were together?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kevin wanted to turn and tell Madeleine, but he saw they were\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>busy looking at clothes.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cForget it, I shouldn\u2019t bother Mom.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He muttered, raising the phone watch on his wrist and snapping\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>a photo.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>That night, at the Livingston family\u2019s house.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine sat on a cute little stool in the kids\u2018 room, frowning.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She was silent for several minutes.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kevin sat on the stool across from her, mimicking his mom\u2019s\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>expression.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The atmosphere was a little tense.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cTsk\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine tapped the kids\u2018 smartwatch again, zooming in on\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>the photo.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 297\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKev, you got a clear look back then, right? That\u2019s Mr. Shaw, for\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>sure.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMhm, yes.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine fell silent again.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The smartwatch\u2019s camera resolution wasn\u2019t great, and Kevin\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>was a little far away when he took the picture, so it wasn\u2019t very\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>clear.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>But even so, you could still make out that it was Adrian and a\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>pretty, unfamiliar woman in the photo!\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>The woman had medium\u2013length, slightly wavy hair in a soft\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>chestnut color, which gave her a very gentle aura.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She was standing next to Adrian, holding his arm with one hand,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>her gaze fixed on him, full of affection.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Even an idiot could see something was wrong.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cKev, did you look around? Did you see Aunt Rebecca?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Kevin shook his head. \u201cNo.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>He felt a little regretful. He should have gone to get his mom to\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>take a look back then.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 297\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIt\u2019s okay, it\u2019s okay.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine patted the little guy\u2019s head and offered a few\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>comforting words with a smile, then sent the photo to her own\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>phone.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>She was suddenly conflicted.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>This\u2026 should I tell Rebecca about it?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>That night, Madeleine snuggled in Roderick\u2019s arms and told him\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>about it.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick suggested they keep quiet for now.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cWe don\u2019t know Adrian that well, but from our past few\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>interactions, you can tell his feelings for Rebecca are deep. He\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>doesn\u2019t seem like the type of person to do something like that.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat may be true.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine sighed, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>buttons on Roderick\u2019s pajamas.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBut Rebecca is my good friend, my bestie. What if Adrian really\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>did do something to wrong her, and Rebecca finds out later?\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>What if she asks me why I didn\u2019t tell her sooner?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 297\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine shrank back in frustration and said with self-\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>awareness:\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019m not confident I can keep acting in front of Rebecca.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cHmm\u2026\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick rubbed Madeleine\u2019s head.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLet\u2019s wait and see for now. See what Adrian\u2019s attitude is like.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Isn\u2019t Rebecca\u2019s father having a birthday party in a couple of\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>days? Adrian will probably be there too.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOkay, let\u2019s wait then.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>As she spoke, she couldn\u2019t help but mutter to herself.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>I hope Rebecca doesn\u2019t come looking for me in the next few\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>days. It\u2019ll be bad if I can\u2019t keep up the act.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOh, right. Mrs. Miller went to the hospital for a 4D ultrasound\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>today. Let me show you the pictures.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine excitedly scrambled to the edge of the bed to get her\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>phone, pulling up her chat history with Mrs. Miller to show\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick\u2019s attention was all on Madeleine.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 297\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Whenever the topic of babies came up, Madeleine would get\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>very excited. She really loves kids.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cLook, the nose bridge is so high.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cSo cute.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine was beaming, her excited voice rising a few notches.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Then, something occurred to Madeleine.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBy the way, Roderick, what about your mother?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cStill in France. She\u2019s used to her freedom and rarely contacts\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>us.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Madeleine thought for a moment, then finally couldn\u2019t help but\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>ask, \u201cMrs. Miller and your mother look so much alike. Don\u2019t you\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>feel\u2026 uncomfortable?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThey look alike?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick was a bit confused. He thought for a moment,\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>wondering if Madeleine\u2019s memory had gotten jumbled over the years and she\u2019d forgotten what his mother looked like.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Roderick didn\u2019t say anything. He took out his phone and looked for a recent photo of his mother.\u00a0<\/p>\n<p>Chapter 298\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 ` 297 Chapter 297\u00a0 As soon as they entered a store, Minerva [&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-29594","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\/29594","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=29594"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29594\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29594"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29594"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kezpres.xyz\/novelreading\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29594"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}