Chapter 296

Chapter 296:

“There’s something wrong here.” Madisyn pointed out a mistake, her tone calm but firm. A researcher approached and asked, “Belen, did you write this?” Belen Pearson, another researcher, came over to inspect the document. “Yes, I wrote it. There’s nothing wrong with it!”

“The pharmaceutical method you are using doesn’t allow the pharmaceuticals to reach their full potential, which is why your experiments haven’t been successful,” Madisyn said, her voice carrying a hint of indifference.

Belen frowned, feeling a surge of irritation. She was an expert in medical materials, unmatched in Lorpond. But this newcomer was questioning her method, which made her skeptical. “‘Dr. Mia, you’re a genius in surgery, but that doesn’t mean you know more about pharmaceuticals than I do. I assure you, no one will say my approach is flawed.”

“It’s not flawed—it’s just not perfect,” Madisyn replied, her voice steady. “If you use my method, the results will be far better.” She quickly scribbled a few notes and handed them to Belen.

Belen took the paper, her brow furrowing. What kind of method was this? She had never encountered anything like it before. Despite seeing the confidence in Madisyn’s expression, Belen still felt a twinge of doubt.

As she walked out the door with Andrew, she remarked, “Boss, I think Dr. Mia is too full of herself. She’s still so young. Even if she’s skilled in surgery, that doesn’t mean she understands how to make medicine.”

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“Follow her instructions,” Andrew replied firmly.

Though Belen was still unconvinced, she nodded reluctantly. She was eager to see if Dr. Mia’s method would indeed yield better medicinal materials. Madisyn, aware of the current state of the medicine, knew she had to patiently await the results.

As Andrew escorted her out, he asked, “How did you get to the restaurant?”

“I took a taxi. Could you give me a ride, Mr. Klein?” Madisyn asked playfully. In truth, she had driven herself.

“Of course,” Andrew replied without hesitation. They reached the parking lot. Andrew opened the door for Madisyn, who slipped into the car. But instead of joining her, he closed the door and stepped back. Andrew then said to the driver, “Take her to her destination.”

“Sure thing, boss,” the driver replied respectfully. Through the glass, Andrew spoke to Madisyn. “Dr. Mia, thank you for today. Be safe on your way back.” He was polite, no doubt… but he was keeping his distance from her!

Madisyn had intended to play a little game while they sat together, but Andrew’s actions left her plans in ruins. With a resigned sigh, she asked the driver to drop her at the restaurant. Once there, she got out and drove herself home.

When she arrived, she was surprised to see Andrew waiting at the gate. Madisyn stepped out of the car with a smile. “Honey, were you waiting for me?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Why did you come back so late?” Andrew, dressed in a sharp black suit, looked imposing and distant, but the moment he saw Madisyn, his expression softened, his eyes warm. This sudden change made Madisyn’s heart swell with affection.

“I had a few things to take care of,” Madisyn replied, slipping her arm through his. “My parents have prepared some snacks. Let’s go eat together.”

Andrew hesitated for a moment, but seeing Madisyn’s determination, he nodded.

In the villa, Elaine had just emerged from the kitchen, surprised to see them together. Although Andrew and Madisyn had been a couple for some time, they were always discreet, and Andrew had never come back with Madisyn before.

“Andrew, you’re here! I’ve made some snacks. Join us,” Elaine said with a warm smile. Despite being a noble lady, she never put on airs; her elegant beauty was softened by years of kindness.

Madisyn was caught off guard—she hadn’t expected her mother to cook today. As she glanced at the delicious-looking spread on the table, a hint of nervousness crept in.

“The cook and I prepared these together. Madisyn, try some,” Elaine said, her tone encouraging.

Madisyn felt a wave of relief and picked up a pancake. It tasted wonderful! She glanced at her gentle, beautiful mother, wondering if Elaine was aware of her own limited cooking skills.

Elaine turned to Andrew, saying, “Andrew, you should eat more. You’re looking thin, and you need your strength to work well.”

“Understood,” Andrew replied politely.

Elaine then turned to Madisyn, her expression softening with concern. “Have you spoken to Dane recently?”

“Dane? No, why? What’s going on with him?” Madisyn asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

Elaine sighed, “‘He’s been a bit distant lately. When I spoke to him, he seemed distracted, and his assistant mentioned he’s been acting strangely. I suspect he might be in love!”

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