Chapter 310

At Beckett's place. Rachel had just stepped out of the bathroom when she nearly bumped into Madeleine leaning against the doorway. Rachel flinched. A chill ran down her back for no good reason. Truth be told, Rachel was low-key scared of Madeleine. People always thought Madeleine was soft, easily pushed around, but Rachel had glimpsed something ice-cold and dark in her eyes. They were the same kind of people. Survivors, dragged out of hell. Rachel knew better than anyone how terrifying Madeleine could be. If it weren't for Beckett—if there was no son—Madeleine would've been the kind of person who didn't even care if she lived or died. People like that? Seriously dangerous. Rachel had dug into Madeleine's past. The stuff she went through? Way more brutal than what Rachel had faced. So yeah, she could imagine it. Without Beckett, Madeleine would've ended up on a completely different path. One spilling over with anger and darkness. Just like her. "Rachel, let me take a wild guess… Who was