Chapter 727

Chapter 727:

With a soft smile, Madisyn gave his shoulder a comforting pat. “That means a lot to me. It feels like, somehow, we can always find our way back to each other.”

“How are your wounds?” Andrew asked, his concern evident as he reached over to check on her injuries.

Madisyn stopped him gently. “I’m feeling a lot better now. It doesn’t hurt as much as it did.”

“Just let me take a look.”

“No,” Madisyn replied firmly. She was reluctant to show her vulnerable side, worried it would only make Andrew feel sadder.

But even though Andrew had been rejected, she still noticed a hint of sadness in his eyes. Unable to bear seeing him in such distress, she sighed and took his hand. “I really am doing better, I swear. Don’t forget, I’m a doctor. I won’t let myself end up with a scar.”

Though Waylon frequently grumbled about Andrew, Madisyn had noticed the worry in his eyes each time he did.

Waylon’s face flushed. “Why would I be worried about him? I’m just annoyed that he’s made us waste so much time and effort!”

Andrew pulled Waylon into a sudden embrace but quickly let go, saying, “Waylon, thank you. My memories have fully returned now, and Savannah and her family will pay for what they’ve done.”

Waylon cleared his throat, his anger softening. “Of course, they need to pay! And for the record, I wasn’t worried about you!”

He maintained a serious expression, but Andrew smirked. “Alright, you weren’t worried about me.”

Waylon snorted, his tone shifting awkwardly. “Have you had lunch?”

“Not yet,” Andrew answered.

“I’ll have someone bring you food,” Waylon muttered before striding out.

Madisyn had watched the whole scene with amusement, surprised to see this rare side of Waylon.

Soon, Waylon returned with lunch for Andrew, who suggested they eat in the living room together, cherishing the chance to share a meal.

It had been a long time since they’d all eaten together. Madisyn took the opportunity to inform their parents about Andrew’s regained memories, assuring them they could finally stop worrying.

Outside, the sun bathed the world in a warm glow, and everyone’s spirits lifted like never before.

Meanwhile, Savannah’s team had located the hypnotist. He resisted, using all his strength to hypnotize a few of them, but was ultimately captured.

“Why do you want to kill me?” the hypnotist asked, bewildered. He’d been nothing but dedicated to Savannah’s cause.

“You claimed the memory replacement was irreversible, yet that man has regained his memories. Do you realize how humiliated this has made our princess?” a man in black replied in a chilling tone.

The hypnotist’s face darkened. “That’s impossible! Unless… someone with powers like mine restored his memory! You must have overlooked something!”

“Hmph! Possible or not, you’re the reason the princess’s plan failed,” the man in black said, striking swiftly.

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