Chapter 208

Chapter 208:

Now, all Phyllis could do was look up at Madisyn, her pride crumbling under the weight of reality. If she continued to resist, she might as well have lost her mind. Getting along with Madisyn could mean survival for the Chapman family, which was now teetering on the brink of ruin. Fostering a good relationship with the Johns Group could turn their fortunes around.

“Of course,” Madisyn replied, her voice cool.

Phyllis’s eyes brightened with relief. Her mind began to wander, imagining the day when other clans would scramble to curry favor with her family, all because of her newfound alliance with the powerful Johns family.

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But Madisyn’s next words cut through her daydream like a knife. “You’re not going to do anything to harm me. Consider that a kindness. You can leave now.”

Phyllis’s face paled. Her eyes filled with tears as she choked out, “Do you hate me so much? Madisyn, I used to treat you as my own daughter!”

Madisyn responded with a cold, faint smile, saying nothing.

Phyllis fell silent as well.

Jenna, watching Phyllis grovel before Madisyn, felt a wave of anger wash over her. Resentment boiled in her veins, and she silently wished for Madisyn’s downfall. “Pay back the money. Then, you can go,” Sherlyn said, her tone dismissive.

With no other choice, Phyllis and Jenna left, their earlier excitement now replaced with sinking despair.

As soon as Jenna retired to her bedroom, her phone rang. “Jenna, is it true? Is Madisyn really a member of the powerful Johns family?” Teresa’s voice crackled with disbelief, the shock evident even through the phone. She had seen the news online just now and wanted to verify with Jenna herself.

“Yes,” Jenna replied icily, still angry because of what happened earlier.

Teresa’s face drained of color, her legs nearly giving way beneath her. What had she been doing at the company all this time? Teresa’s thoughts spiraled, disbelief and despair tightening around her chest. Madisyn, Dane’s real sister, had stood by, watching her live a lie, posing as Dane’s sister. The humiliation was unbearable.

She had always seen herself as superior, a queen in her own right. But now, the truth crashed down on her with cruel clarity—she had been nothing more than a laughingstock.

“Jenna…” Teresa’s voice quivered, laden with desperation. “Please help me. I’m too poor now.”

But Jenna had no sympathy left to give. Her patience had worn thin, and without a word, she ended the call, the click of the disconnect echoing in the silence.

She clenched her fists, her knuckles white as she stared out the window, her gaze stormy. She had sworn to herself that this time, she would destroy Madisyn. But fate had twisted the knife—Madisyn had turned the tables, emerging as the winner, while Jenna’s reputation lay in tatters.

Everyone whispered about her, labeling her as unfilial. The shame gnawed at her like a relentless beast. Yet, amidst the turmoil, the thought of a single person brought her a flicker of satisfaction—Gilbert. He was still hers, the one person Madisyn couldn’t get. A smirk played on Jenna’s lips as she reached for her phone, her fingers trembling with excitement.

She called Gilbert, hoping for the comfort of his voice, but the line rang and rang, unanswered.

Meanwhile, back at the hospital, Dane talked to Aidyn, asking about his state. Aidyn and Sherlyn had always held the Johns family in high regard, so they extended an invitation to visit their home.

As Dane and Madisyn stepped into the parking lot, they spotted a familiar face in the distance. Dane’s expression was stern as he turned to Madisyn. “I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Madisyn nodded, her gaze sliding over to Gilbert, her eyes turning cold as ice.

As Gilbert approached, his deep eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that could burn through stone. He had always sensed something unique about Madisyn—a certain grace, a rare charm—but never had he imagined that she was a member of a wealthy family.

As he stood before her, his eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Madisyn,” he said, his voice trembling, thick with regret, “I’m sorry. I realize now how blind I’ve been. Jenna misled me, making me believe you were foolish and cruel. But I see now—you’re nothing like that. It was Jenna who was poisonous all along. I was so wrong… so, so wrong.”

With great difficulty, Gilbert uttered these words, accompanied by what he believed to be a look of deep affection. “Madisyn, I never had any real feelings for Jenna. You know how unstable my position in my family is—I thought I had no choice but to marry her. But now, I know who you really are, a member of the Johns family. It changes everything! We don’t have to be separated anymore!”

With a hopeful gleam in his eyes, he added, “We can finally be together again!”

Madisyn remained silent, her expression unreadable. Gilbert’s head swelled with confidence. Surely, his heartfelt confession had touched her deeply.

Madisyn then broke the silence, her voice cutting through his thoughts. “I want to ask you something.”

“What is it?” he asked, leaning closer.

“How are you so shameless?” Madisyn asked, looking genuinely confused. “Why do you assume that everyone is in love with you?”

Gilbert’s hopeful expression faltered, his confidence cracking under the weight of her words. “Are you still angry with me? I’m really sorry, but I swear—you’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.”

“But I’m not interested in a man who’s unattractive yet absurdly overconfident,” Madisyn replied expressionlessly.

Gilbert’s face paled as her words hit him like a slap. “Madisyn, please don’t be so angry!” he pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice. “You were so good to me back then—you must have loved me deeply. I know I’ve disappointed you, but I’ll make it up to you!” He reached out to grasp Madisyn’s hand, but she swatted him away violently.

“Gilbert,” she said icily, “I’ve found you insufferable since we were kids. You’re so stupid that you couldn’t even answer the simplest questions. I only bothered to explain things to you because you were supposed to be my fiancé. Otherwise, I never would’ve given you the time of day!”

Gilbert felt as though the ground had crumbled beneath him. He had never realized that Madisyn’s previous kindness and patience were born not of love but of obligation. He had taken her for granted and, worse, betrayed her. His heart ached with the sharp sting of regret.

“Do you really have no feelings for me at all?”

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