Chapter 115

Chapter 115:

“Your newly found sister is Madi!”

“Wow, that’s incredible! Your family truly has exceptional genes.”

“Wait, so Madisyn is actually a member of this Johns family?”

The revelation sent waves of surprise through the group. Everyone soon crowded around Madisyn, who greeted them with a gracious smile, effortlessly slipping into conversation. Chatting with the throng of people proved challenging, but by midday, Madisyn had managed to make her way to where Susan stood.

Susan gave her a warm, understanding smile. “It looks like it’s been quite the exhausting day for you.”

Madisyn returned the smile, a touch of weariness in her voice. “It’s been a bit overwhelming, but I’m starting to adapt. It’s part of life in a prominent family, I suppose.”

Shortly thereafter, Andrew and Waylon joined them, taking seats next to Madisyn, eager to catch up.

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“Waylon?” Madisyn’s expression transformed into one of delighted surprise as she spotted him. She hadn’t expected him to make it, knowing his tight schedule with the latest film project.

“I just got back, Madisyn. And you’re doing wonderfully,” Waylon greeted her, his smile bright and energizing. He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m aware of Kristine’s actions. It’s shocking how far she went, but you don’t need to worry. Dad and Mom have lost trust in her. If she steps out of line again, she won’t be able to stay with us.”

Waylon’s allegiance to Madisyn was unwavering.

“I understand,” Madisyn responded with a smile.

“But Kristine’s parents saved Dad’s life. We can’t simply dismiss her over this.” Waylon exhaled deeply, his brow furrowed in a mix of frustration and sympathy. Deep down, he did feel a pang of sadness for Kristine. But she shouldn’t have caused his sister any harm. He was resolute, determined never to let anyone harm Madisyn.

It seemed they were never a true family. It was just that Kristine was so good at acting, deceiving everyone with her convincing facade.

As everyone began to settle down for the meal, Andrew took a seat next to Madisyn, thoughtfully placing her favorite dishes onto her plate.

Meanwhile, at another table, Dane’s phone buzzed with incoming messages. The screen lit up with images pulled from surveillance footage, depicting Madisyn and Andrew together in a seemingly intimate exchange. The anonymous sender accused Madisyn of unfaithfulness, branding her a slut.

Dane’s face hardened instantly. Without hesitation, he tasked his assistant with uncovering the origin of these inflammatory messages. Observing Andrew and Madisyn laughing together only fueled his unease.

In a decisive move, Dane took Waylon out to the garden.

“Dane, what’s so urgent that it couldn’t wait until after lunch?” Waylon asked, a note of bewilderment in his voice.

Dane looked at his younger brother, his expression a mixture of frustration and pity. Beyond his good looks, Waylon seemed to lack the cunning that was a hallmark of the Johns family.

“Just see for yourself,” Dane said, handing over the phone.

Waylon’s eyes narrowed as he scrolled through the photos. “Someone has been snooping on Madisyn?” His voice grew sharp with anger.

“I’ve already initiated an investigation. Whoever is responsible won’t escape easily. But tell me, don’t you think there’s something questionable about how close Madisyn and Andrew have become?” Dane pressed, his gaze intent and probing.

Waylon, tinged with confusion, replied, “Perhaps a bit, but isn’t it just normal for Andrew to dine with her? After all, he did promise to look after her.”

Dane was taken aback by Waylon’s simple view of the situation.

Waylon, noticing his brother’s silence, continued, “I know you’re not Andrew’s biggest fan, but he’s been a reliable friend to me. He wouldn’t betray my trust by pursuing my sister!”

Dane, realizing the futility of the argument, simply remained silent and walked away, resigning himself from the conversation.

Waylon, left standing alone, scratched his head in bewilderment, struggling to grasp Dane’s perspective. It was Dane who harbored unnecessary suspicions about Andrew, yet now he was the one who got upset. Shaking his head, Waylon returned to the dining table.

As lunch concluded, the younger attendees drifted towards their respective entertainments, while the older ones settled into games of chess and cards.

Madisyn observed Andrew from a distance and noted that his behavior towards her hadn’t changed; he was as courteous as ever, likely oblivious to what he had said in his inebriation two days ago.

Andrew, despite his aloof nature and high social standing that naturally commanded attention, maintained a cold exterior that kept others at bay. Only Waylon, undeterred, beckoned him to join in a card game.

A young lady seized the opportunity and chimed in enthusiastically, “Can I join you guys?”

The game commenced shortly after.

Uninterested in the card game, Madisyn decided to retreat upstairs to be with Howard. She found Howard in his old bedroom, painting. The image he created was vibrant and seemed to dance in the streaming sunlight.

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