Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 2

Her insinuation was clear: Madisyn had sabotaged her out of jealousy.

The gaze of Jenna’s mother, Phyllis Chapman, hardened at Jenna’s words, her voice laced with disdain.

“Jenna, you possesses a remarkable talent that Madisyn could never hope to match.

That competition spot was yours by right.

And you, Madisyn!” She turned sharply towards Madisyn, adding, “Pack your belongings and leave immediately!”

Madisyn’s usually somber expression seemed only to fuel her contempt.

Meanwhile, Jenna, ever the docile and talented daughter, shone brightly in her eyes-a true Chapman.

Amidst the unfolding drama, Jeffry finally broke his silence, his voice heavy with disappointment.

“Madisyn, our agreement was to keep you until the public scrutiny waned, yet here we are, facing your deep-seated resentment towards Jenna.

We have no choice but to return you to your true family today.

”

Jenna’s eyes glittered with a triumphant gleam as her father pronounced Madisyn’s imminent departure.

In stark contrast, Madisyn’s face remained an unreadable mask as she went up the stairs to gather her possessions.

Her prolonged stay on the upper floor kindled a flicker of anxiety in Jenna.

“What if she attempts to take everything with her?”

After all, everything of value in the house rightfully belonged to her-how could she allow a fake to leave with any part of her wealth?

Eventually, Madisyn reappeared, descending the staircase slowly, her movements deliberate.

She carried a small, unassuming black bag.

As her gaze swept coolly across the living room, it unsettled Jeffry enough for him to divert his eyes.

Phyllis’s eyebrows knitted together at the sight of Madisyn’s minimal luggage.

“Is that all you’ve packed? What’s in there? Show me,” she demanded, suspicion lacing her tone.

Jeffry, however, raised a hand to halt his wife’s interrogation.

“Let her be.

” It was probably just the bank card he gave her, which had a mere hundred thousand dollars left on it.

Unfazed, Madisyn placed her bag squarely on the table, her expression stoic.

“Inspect it if you must.

”

Phyllis, unable to mask her distrust, scoffed.

“Maybe she has packed something valuable,” she muttered as she unzipped the bag.

Peering inside, she found nothing more than a notebook, a few seeds, and a small stack of cash-hardly the valuables she had feared.

Phyllis, her face flushed with embarrassment from her baseless accusation, straightened up.

“I’ll let the driver take you there,” she said crisply.

Jeffry, the weight of the situation bearing down on him, reached into his pocket and pulled out a card.

“Madisyn, when you return, Listen to your parents.

They’re farmers, yes… but they are good, simple people.

You should help them.

”

Madisyn looked at the offered card with he

r beautiful eyes, her expression calm.

“Everyone has their own destiny to fulfill,” she replied quietly, pushing the card back towards Jeffry.

“But before I leave, there needs to be clarity.

Jenna, how did you truly fall down those stairs? This is your last chance to tell the truth.

”

Jenna seethed internally, infuriated by Madisyn’s serene composure, which seemed to elevate her above everyone else despite her humble origins.

Madisyn was not from a wealthy family!

She was just two farmers’ daughter!

“Madisyn, what are you implying? That I threw myself down the stairs?”

Jenna retorted.

“My legs are my life; they are essential for my dancing.

Why would I ever get them injured?” As she spoke, Jenna’s emotions crescendoed, and she dissolved into theatrical tears, collapsing into Phyllis’s arms.

“Bang!”

Just then, a vase shattered the tense air, hurtling towards Jenna and interrupting her display.

Startled, Jenna instinctively leaped to her feet.

Silence enveloped the room as everyone, including Phyllis and Jeffry, turned their shocked gazes towards her.