Chapter 1294

Chapter 1294:

After watching Elton and his assistant depart, Andrew and Madisyn followed a servant into the living room.

“Grandfather,” Andrew called out as they entered. He set down their gifts and led Madisyn to sit down with him.

Despite all her mental preparations and imagined scenarios, nothing had quite prepared Madisyn for the commanding presence of Andrew’s maternal grandfather in the flesh.

She bowed respectfully to the white-haired man who occupied the seat of honor, his bearing alone demanding reverence.

Though advanced in years, Denby Thatcher, Andrew’s maternal grandfather, radiated competence and authority. Time had etched its mark upon his features, yet he sat ramrod straight, emanating an almost tangible aura of power.

His penetrating gaze settled on Madisyn.

“So you’re Madisyn. Andrew has spoken of you. Indeed, you look impressive!”

Andrew knew his grandfather to be sparing with praise. From his understanding of the old man’s nature, this was clear evidence of genuine approval.

A soft smile graced Andrew’s features as he engaged in conversation with his grandfather. However, midway through their discussion, the elderly man’s attention suddenly shifted to Madisyn.

“There are matters I wish to discuss with you privately, Madisyn.”

Andrew’s grip tightened protectively around Madisyn’s hand. She gave his fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“It’s okay, I’ll go with your grandfather.”

Witnessing Andrew’s protective reaction, Denby arched an eyebrow, his voice taking on a stern yet almost amused tone.

“Why such anxiety? I’m not going to devour her soul!”

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Andrew’s lips tightened before he reluctantly released Madisyn’s hand.

Outside the military compound, Elton settled into his vehicle, methodically pulling on a pair of black leather gloves. Gazing back toward the direction they had come, he spoke in hushed tones.

“Look into Madisyn’s background. Andrew is reckless to have brought her here just like that. While Commander Thatcher acquiesced due to family bonds, we mustn’t let sentiment override caution. It’s our duty to conduct a thorough investigation.”

Denby’s influence cast long shadows in both military and political spheres.

As Denby’s direct subordinate, Elton had long held a position of trust and favor. With Denby advancing in years, and the tragic loss of his daughter—whom he had groomed with such care—during a mission, many whispered that Elton was being shaped as his successor.

The assistant, Lowe Cohen, ever dutiful, responded without hesitation, “I’ll begin the investigation immediately upon our return.”

In the study, Madisyn trailed behind Denby, her mind dancing with possibilities about what he might want to discuss.

The study contained just a single chair, yet neither Madisyn nor Denby chose to occupy it.

Denby approached the bookshelf before turning to face Madisyn, who stood poised in the room’s center.

“Madisyn, can you do me a favor?”

“What kind of favor?” Madisyn stepped forward eagerly.

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