Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 251

Chapter 251:

Madisyn was taken aback. Rumors about a young lady and Andrew? Hutton leaned in, his voice low but earnest. “Don’t overthink it. That young lady has a crush on Andrew, but I know that no woman has ever been close to him. You’re the first.”

Madisyn nodded to show her understanding. It seemed Andrew had unknowingly charmed quite a few hearts. After bidding Hutton farewell, she made her way into the house. Andrew had gotten along quite well with her parents lately. Wise as ever, Andrew chose just the right moment to depart. Once he left, Elaine’s countenance fell.

Madisyn, concerned, inquired, “Mom, what’s bothering you?” Elaine’s eyes met hers, filled with a mix of admiration and concern. “Honey, I realize now how little I know about you. You have so many skills; you must have worked incredibly hard since childhood. Did Phyllis push you to learn those? Did you have a hard time back then?” Others saw only Madisyn’s successes, but Elaine recognized the relentless effort behind them. Talent wasn’t built overnight.

The thoughts of Madisyn’s tough childhood weighed heavily on Elaine, stirring a deep-seated guilt within her—and Glenn felt it too, his gaze laden with worry.

“No, I didn’t have a hard time,” Madisyn reassured them gently. “Actually, I’m not that into painting. I don’t know why Mr. Marquez took such a liking to me. He wanted to take me as his student once, but I saw painting merely as a hobby and didn’t agree.” Relief washed over Elaine’s face. Madisyn didn’t seem to be lying. Was their daughter aware of how remarkable she was?

Glenn beamed with pride. “Our daughter is truly remarkable.” As they reveled in this pleasant family moment, Glenn’s phone broke the silence.

“I heard that Madisyn has become Hutton’s student. Is that true?” Waylon’s voice crackled with excitement through the phone. “Madisyn, you are incredible,” Waylon exclaimed.

“Well, Waylon, are you still tied up?” Madisyn looked at the screen, seeing that Waylon was doing makeup in a dressing room.

“I’m managing, but Dane’s been swamped lately,” he replied. “Recently, the company’s profit has increased greatly.”

“That’s a good thing,” Madisyn said thoughtfully.

“But whenever the company thrives like this, it means Dane is in a terrible mood,” Waylon said, his tone carrying a hint of concern.

Madisyn’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Is that really the case? What’s troubling Dane?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

“I’m not sure. When I asked, he blacklisted me.” Waylon shrugged, seemingly accustomed to this action of Dane’s. Madisyn’s lips twitched with amusement, but a quick glance at her parents revealed they also didn’t know what had happened to Dane.

After ending the call, she turned to Elaine. “Should we reach out to Dane?”

Elaine waved dismissively. “Dane is almost thirty now. He’ll come to us if there’s something he wants to discuss. If not, it’s probably nothing.”

Madisyn was at a loss for words. Clearly, her mother was not worried, yet she couldn’t shake her concern. Dane had always been kind to her, after all.

The next day, Madisyn dialed Dane’s number. After several rings, his familiar, gentle voice greeted her.

“What’s wrong, Madisyn?”

“Dane, how have you been lately?”

“I’m fine. How about you?” Dane’s voice sounded normal. They slipped into easy conversation, Madisyn carefully avoiding any rush to probe. Yet, as the minutes ticked by, Dane’s tone wavered, hinting at hesitation. Eventually, he ventured, “How are you managing in Ansport? Have you made any friends? And… has Susan been in touch with you recently?”

Although his questions were straightforward, Madisyn detected an unusual undertone.

“Susan? No, she hasn’t reached out for quite some time now,” Madisyn replied, her brow furrowing as she recalled their last conversation. “She mentioned something about needing to handle a family issue back home. I’m not sure what happened exactly.”

“Really?” Dane’s voice faded into a thoughtful silence.

“That’s right. I’ve known her for years, yet I know so little about her family,” Madisyn admitted, her worry evident.

“Maybe you should reach out to her,” Dane suggested softly. “After all, she’s your friend. If there’s a problem, we might be able to help her.”

Madisyn squinted, a suspicion dawning on her. She could sense that Dane harbored feelings for Susan, especially when she recalled the night he got drunk and unwittingly called out Susan’s name. Her friend and her brother got romantically involved, yet she had been kept in the dark. Though the revelation stirred a complex mix of emotions within her, Madisyn wasn’t angry. They must have had their reasons for keeping her out of the loop.

“Okay. I’ll reach out to her.” Indeed, she missed Susan, so she dialed her number. The phone rang longer than usual, making Madisyn almost believe it would go unanswered before Susan finally picked up.

“Madisyn.”

“What are you doing? Why did it take so long to answer the phone?”

“Sorry. The signal here isn’t great,” Susan replied, her tone apologetic. Madisyn understood her. She remembered all too well the modest means of Susan’s family. During their school days, Susan often wore the same few outfits and rarely attended parties. Madisyn had pieced together that financial constraints might be the reason behind them.

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