Chapter 205

Chapter 205:

Many people watching the live stream felt sympathy for Aidyn and Sherlyn.

“Madisyn is really heartless.”

“I have to say, this reporter did a great job. Without this expose, Madisyn might never acknowledge her mistakes, even in her lifetime.”

“It seems these parents might have spoiled their child to the point of ruin.”

“Educating children properly is crucial.”

Meanwhile, Jenna was also watching the live stream.

She had already instructed a nurse to keep a close eye on Aidyn and Sherlyn. If Madisyn tried to visit them, Jenna wanted to be informed immediately so she could send the reporter there without delay.

She had no intention of letting Madisyn live an easy life. A satisfied smirk curled Jenna’s lips as she watched the harsh criticism being leveled at Madisyn.

Things were playing out just as she had hoped. With Madisyn’s reputation now in tatters, no prestigious family would ever want someone so heartless. Her dreams of marrying into the Johns family were crumbling right before her eyes.

“Jenna, what are you watching?” Phyllis walked in, her voice tired.

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The Chapman family’s business had been struggling, and she’d spent the day out trying to drum up some business.

Seeing Jenna at home was a surprise; Jenna was usually at the company at this hour.

“Mom, take a look at this,” Jenna responded, quickly showing the live stream to Phyllis.

Phyllis watched the live stream for a moment, her brow furrowing as she took in the situation. She had heard about the recent rumors about Madisyn. “She really is heartless,” she muttered.

Phyllis felt a wave of relief that she hadn’t reconnected with Madisyn when she heard Madisyn was Madi. She knew well that Madisyn would surely have treated the Chapman family in the same way had she done so.

Sensing an opportunity, Jenna suggested, “Mom, why don’t we donate some money to my former parents?”

Phyllis turned to Jenna, catching on quickly.

With everyone feeling sympathy for the couple, a charitable gesture would surely earn them public goodwill. It was a smart move.

After a brief discussion, they decided to donate fifty thousand dollars.

Without wasting time, Phyllis and Jenna got into the car and headed to the hospital.

As they drove, Jenna kept her eyes glued to her phone, watching the live stream to monitor the situation.

Madisyn continued to deny that she was related to Aidyn and Sherlyn, but both the reporter and the viewers were skeptical. Jenna couldn’t hide her satisfaction; it was clear the public hadn’t been fooled.

Madisyn then sat silently, her face impassive as she played with her phone, seemingly indifferent to the accusations swirling around her.

She looked as though she had given up entirely.

Meanwhile, the reporter pressed on, relentless in his attempts to force Madisyn into admitting her mistakes. Jenna smirked, pleased with the spectacle.

Upon arriving, Jenna and Phyllis entered the ward, and the reporter immediately approached them.

Jenna explained their intentions clearly. “Seeing their struggle moved us to act. We’ve brought fifty thousand dollars to help with the medical bills.”

“Miss Chapman, you are truly kind,” the reporter said with a flourish. “Imagine a world where everyone is as generous as you.”

Jenna offered a modest smile in return. “I’m just doing what I can,” she replied softly.

The reporter then turned to Madisyn. “Did you see that, Madisyn? An outsider is stepping up to help your parents out of kindness while you dream of marrying into a wealthy family.”

“Jenna really is remarkable.”

“Isn’t Jenna actually from the Chapman family? Wasn’t there a mix-up in their identities? Jenna was raised by this couple, so it seems only natural for her to help.”

“It’s telling that their biological daughter Madisyn hasn’t contributed, but Jenna has. She’s a blessing to them.”

“The Chapman family are showing true integrity here.”

As the reporter continued speaking to Madisyn, trying to provoke a reaction, Jenna’s phone vibrated quietly in her hand. Glancing down, she saw a notification from Twitter.

Her eyes narrowed as she read the message: “Johns Group has issued a statement.” Jenna’s curiosity was piqued.

The Johns Group making a statement at this moment?

They must be distancing themselves from Madisyn, who had been pretending to be associated with them. A smirk crept onto Jenna’s lips as she clicked on the notification.

But instead, the statement read: “Madisyn Johns is a member of the Johns family that owns the Johns Group.” Jenna stared at her phone in disbelief. Her mind struggled to process the shock.

But before she could fully grasp it, more statements started flooding in.

Dane posted, “Madisyn Johns is my sister.”

Then came Glenn, who posted, “Madisyn Johns is my daughter!”

Jenna’s grip tightened on her phone as Howard’s post appeared. “Madisyn Johns is my dearest sister. Who dares to slander her?”

Jenna’s shock rendered her speechless; her phone almost slipped from her hand.

Phyllis, noticing Jenna’s sudden silence, furrowed her brows in concern. She was about to ask what was wrong when her eyes landed on Jenna’s phone.

It was a post from Howard.

Her heart skipped a beat—everyone in high society knew exactly who Howard was. But…Madisyn? Howard’s sister?

If Madisyn was Howard’s sister, didn’t that make her Glenn’s daughter?

Phyllis’s thoughts scrambled, her mind momentarily going blank. She couldn’t react, standing there in shock alongside Jenna.

But they weren’t the only ones floored by the revelation. The viewers of the live stream were equally stunned by the flurry of supportive posts for Madisyn.

Meanwhile, the reporter, still lambasting Madisyn with biting words, was oblivious to the seismic shift happening online. But his assistant caught wind of the news, his face paling with embarrassment.

Panicked, the assistant quickly pulled the reporter aside. “We… we might have made a mistake,” he stammered. “What?” The reporter frowned, turning around in confusion.

The assistant pressed his lips together tightly before showing the reporter the breaking news.

“Glenn Johns said…” the reporter muttered. “Madisyn… is his daughter?”

The reporter’s confident demeanor faltered, his face draining of color as he turned towards Madisyn. The disdain once evident in his eyes was swiftly replaced by a mix of fear and respect.

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