Chapter 84

Chapter 84:

Harrison ignored Jenna and turned to face Andrew, his forehead slick with cold sweat. “Mr. Klein, I apologize. I had no idea she was so ignorant. I’ll escort her out immediately!”

Jenna was shocked to see Harrison so humble toward the “pretty boy.”

She found herself being ushered out of the café. Before she could get a word in, Harrison harshly said, “Your family is finished!” Then he hurried away, wanting nothing more to do with Jenna.

Outside, the cold wind jolted Jenna back to reality. As hard as it was to accept, she realized the man with Madisyn was clearly someone significant.

Mr. Klein?

There was no notable Klein family in Gemond, but in Ansport, the wealthiest family had the surname Klein. If that man was from this family, it made sense why Harrison was so afraid.

But how did Madisyn know such a person?

Cold sweat broke out on Jenna’s back. Moreover, what had she just said? Ruin his career? She would be lucky if he didn’t ruin her career!

Jenna went back home, visibly downcast.

Phyllis, knowing Jenna had gone to discuss a potential collaboration, was initially hopeful. However, seeing Jenna’s state, she asked with concern, “Jenna, what happened?”

“Mom, I…” Jenna’s emotions spilled over, and she began to cry. “I’m sorry, the cooperation didn’t work out.”

Phyllis felt a twinge of disappointment but comforted her, “These things aren’t always simple. I’m sure you’ll succeed next time.”

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“It was almost done, but it fell apart because of Madisyn,” Jenna sobbed harder at the thought.

“What? Madisyn? What did she do?”

“I… I don’t know what she told Harrison, but after that, he didn’t want to work with us.” Jenna, reluctant to confess that she had offended Harrison and Mr. Klein, shifted the blame to Madisyn.

Phyllis’s eyes flashed with anger. “That bitch is infuriating. I need to set her straight!”

“Mom, I have her parents’ number,” Jenna whispered.

“Hand it over. I’ll give them a call!”

Phyllis couldn’t hold back any longer and dialed the number as soon as she received it.

“Hello.”

The voice on the other end was warm and genuine.

Phyllis didn’t beat around the bush and introduced herself. “I’m Phyllis Chapman!”

Upon hearing this, the woman on the line sounded slightly anxious, asking, “Did something happen to Jenna?”

“Jenna? Jenna is my daughter. You don’t need to worry about her. I’m calling about Madisyn, your daughter!” Phyllis was clearly upset, her maternal instincts flaring up.

“Madisyn? She isn’t my daughter!”

Phyllis was confused. “What are you saying?”

“Madisyn is not our daughter,” Sherlyn said firmly.

Phyllis was stunned.

After Phyllis hung up the phone, Jenna noticed her foul mood, prompting her to inquire about the call.

Phyllis shared the details.

Jenna pondered for a moment and said, “I guess they also want to disown Madisyn because she’s too problematic.”

Phyllis snapped back to reality and found Jenna’s explanation completely plausible, her eyes flashing with contempt. “Madisyn is really troublesome, disliked even by her own parents!”

Not long after, Phyllis wrote a long critique of Madisyn and sent it to Sherlyn.

Sherlyn was taken aback as she read it.

“Didn’t I already tell her the truth? Why did she send this to me?” she asked her husband.

“Tell her again,” Aidyn said.

So Sherlyn explained again, “Madisyn isn’t our child. She’s from the Johns family, and they’ve taken her back.” She set her phone down after sending the message. Unbeknownst to her, after answering the call from Phyllis, her phone had run out of credit, preventing the message from being sent.

The couple still had farm chores to do, as they hadn’t yet settled Jenna’s dance tuition from earlier. Despite Jenna no longer being their daughter, they were obligated during her time with them. Given the Chapman family’s attitude and their desire to avoid any connections, they opted to resolve the outstanding fees themselves.

When Madisyn returned home, Lynda was in the living room. Upon seeing Madisyn, Lynda immediately said, “We’re leaving the day after tomorrow. You must be exhausted from the recent practice sessions. Rest well tomorrow and have your maid prepare your belongings.”

“Okay,” Madisyn responded nonchalantly.

Just then, Kristine emerged from the kitchen, offering soup to Lynda before turning to Madisyn, saying, “I’ve made some soup. Would you like to try it?”

“Give it a try. Kristine has a knack for cooking,” Lynda said.

“No, thanks.” Madisyn turned and headed upstairs without another word.

Kristine appeared dejected and hurt, murmuring softly, “It seems Madisyn is still upset with me. Could it be because I doubted her during the contest?”

Lynda scowled and advised, “This isn’t the first time you’ve done something like this. I realize Madisyn’s return affects you, but remember, you’re a dancer. Nothing should hold you back. Stay on the right path!”

She was very serious, and her words were purely educational, without a hint of tenderness.

Kristine bit her lip, feeling downcast. In the past, her aunt might have offered comfort, but now, she seemed only to reprimand her.

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