Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 105

Chapter 105:

“Not at all. As your friend, it’s only right to celebrate your success. And honestly, you’ve brought honor to our country. A meal is the least I could give you for that.”

Andrew’s words were so genuine and heartfelt that even Madisyn found them reasonable.

After their meal, the group boarded Andrew’s private plane and headed back home.

In Lorpond, the entire country had pinned its hopes on the competition. But when word spread that Madisyn had been in a car accident, it felt like the world had come crashing down for the National Dance Association. Netizens were distraught, with comments flooding in online, expressing their worry and despair.

They believed that Madisyn was the only one who could bring home the championship, but the news of her accident, followed by the silence, left them devastated.

The only person who seemed to be in a good mood was Kristine, who remained in the hospital. In recent days, neither Glenn nor Elaine had visited her. She knew all too well that they were disappointed in her. Kristine had tried calling them, hoping to argue her case and vent her frustrations, but her attempts were met with silence. As the days passed, unease began to creep in, but she quickly convinced herself that their coldness was because she wasn’t their biological daughter. If it had been Madisyn in her place, would they have reacted the same way? Probably not.

Accepting this, she decided there was no use feeling sad. She pushed her discomfort aside until she heard the news—Madisyn had been in a car accident. A twisted sense of joy bubbled up inside her.

Kristine had always dreaded the possibility of Madisyn winning the championship. If that happened, it would only further overshadow her and deepen her humiliation. But now, things had taken an unexpected turn. Not only had Madisyn failed to win, but she had also been in an accident and was now missing.

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A thought crept into Kristine’s mind: If Madisyn never returned, their parents would have to focus on her as their only daughter. It felt like a gift from the heavens, and Kristine’s spirits soared. She spent her days in the hospital, doing her rehabilitation exercises and gleefully scrolling through the disappointed comments from netizens on her phone.

“It looks like our country has no chance of winning the championship this time.”

“This is disappointing. I really believed Madi would take first place.”

“Mafelen must have pulled some strings. This can’t be fair.”

“Ugh! I can’t stand Mafelen!”

The discontent and frustration of the netizens were palpable. As Kristine scrolled through the comments, a smug smile curled her lips.

Meanwhile, across town, others were just as pleased as Kristine. The Chapman family had also heard about Madisyn representing Lorpond in the competition. Over the past few days, Phyllis’s mood had been unpredictable, and Jenna suspected that Phyllis might be regretting her decision to cut ties with Madisyn.

Though Jenna hadn’t been with the Chapman family for long, she knew how much they valued fame and status. If Madisyn won first place in an international competition and brought glory to the country, Phyllis would likely be eager to reconnect with her immediately. This thought left Jenna feeling uneasy, a sense of dread lingering over her.

But when news broke that Madisyn had been in a car accident, Jenna felt an unexpected wave of relief. She noticed that Phyllis’s earlier tension had vanished, and Phyllis was once again showering her with the same attention as before. Jenna’s fears eased, and she felt more secure.

That evening, as the two sat down for dinner, the conversation inevitably turned to Madisyn.

“I wonder how Madisyn is doing, and whether she’s been found yet. The international competition is over, and I was really hoping she could win the championship and bring honor to our country,” Jenna remarked, her voice laced with a carefully crafted concern.

Phyllis, while pouring soup into Jenna’s bowl, couldn’t hide the irritation flickering in her eyes. “She’s always like this—crumbling when it matters most.”

Phyllis had once entertained the idea of proudly declaring Madisyn as her former daughter if Madisyn had brought home the championship. It would have elevated the Chapman family’s standing significantly. But with Madisyn now missing, Phyllis felt a sting of embarrassment for even considering that possibility. To her, Madisyn had proven herself to be nothing but a disappointment.

“There’s another possibility,” Phyllis continued, her tone dripping with contempt. “Maybe Madisyn’s so-called talent was a sham from the start. Perhaps she’s not as skilled as everyone thought, and she’s hiding out of fear—afraid to compete and be exposed as the fraud she is.”

“I don’t think Madisyn would do that,” Jenna said. She paused for a moment, then added softly, “But it is strange. If I were Madi, I’d be promoting myself everywhere.”

Phyllis, catching Jenna’s meaning, felt even more convinced that Madisyn was a fraud.

At that moment, Phyllis’s phone buzzed with a WhatsApp notification. She glanced at the screen and saw it was from a gossip-loving woman in her social circle.

“Hey, wasn’t Madisyn your daughter before? Phyllis, she’s amazing. I can’t believe she’s actually Madi!”

Phyllis’s brow furrowed as she read the message. Was this woman seriously behind on the news? Without wasting time, she quickly typed back, “We’re not connected anymore.”

The response came almost instantly. “How could you let go of such an exceptional daughter?”

Phyllis’s irritation flared up, taking the comment as a pointed jab. She quickly replied, “She’s not my biological daughter. She found her real family, so we’ve cut ties. Please don’t bring this up again.”

The gossip lady’s next message popped up. “Alright, but what a loss. If I had a daughter like that, I’d never let her go.”

Phyllis’s eyes narrowed. Was this woman trying to push her buttons? With a sharp intake of breath, she fired back, “I said, don’t bring it up again.”

Satisfied with the abrupt end to the conversation, Phyllis tossed her phone aside, trying to shake off the irritation that clung to her. She turned back to her meal, though the food suddenly tasted bland.

Dinner done, she flipped on the TV, more out of routine than anything else. The news channel flickered to life. Neither Phyllis nor Jenna liked watching the news. They were ready to skip it and maybe replace a movie instead, when the anchor’s voice cut through the room with unexpected news.

“The international dance competition has just concluded, and our country’s contestant has won the championship.”

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