Chapter 296

Madeleine had just gone to shower when Beckett called Owen, his face dark as ever. "Check out M&Y Club tonight. I want to know who the hell dared to cut my wife's face." Owen was stunned. "Who's got a death wish and went after your wife like that?" Beckett let out a cold snort. "Clearly someone tired of living." "Is it bad? Will it leave a scar?" Owen asked nervously, clearly worried. "Pretty bad," Beckett gritted out. The injury itself wasn't life-threatening, but what happened? That was serious. Owen sucked in a breath. "Alright, I'll look into it right now. Also, I know a top-level cosmetic surgeon. I'll bring him over tomorrow. We'll do our best to prevent scarring." With that, Owen hung up, already furious. Whoever hurt Madeleine must have a screw loose. Crossing Beckett in Pinebrook? That's career suicide. Right after Beckett ended the call, the doorbell rang. His brows knit together. This late? Who could possibly be showing up now? He walked over, checked the door cam, and his f