Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 3

Jenna’s sudden agility was startling-didn’t she say she couldn’t stand up because of her injuries?

Realizing her mistake, Jenna collapsed onto the sofa, clutching at her legs with exaggerated distress.

“Ah, my legs! They hurt so much!”

Jeffry’s response was not of anger but of a guilt directed towards Madisyn.

““Madisyn, please understand, Jenna is still very young.

Don’t hold this against her…”

Madisyn had heard this excuse too many times.

“Of course, I wouldn’t retaliate if a dog bit me.

After all, it picks up such behavior from its owners, right?”

With a final sneer that cut through the tense air, Madisyn shouldered her modest bag and strode towards the door, her steps resolute and unwavering.

She did not look back at the family she was leaving behind.

The trio she left in her wake seethed in fury.

Outside, the driver waited, oblivious to the turmoil that had unfolded within the walls of the Chapman family’s house.

Since Jenna’s return, respect for Madisyn from the household staff had waned significantly-even the driver withheld the customary greeting as she approached.

Ignoring his presence, Madisyn strode past him, her posture straight with resolve.

The driver, catching up to her with a hint of urgency in his steps, called out, ““Madisyn, I have been told to drive you to your destination.

”

Madisyn halted, turning slightly to deliver her response, her tone icy, “No need.

From this moment, I want nothing to do with the Chapman family.

”

With those final w

rds, she hailed a cab and told the driver the address Jeffry had previously sent to her phone.

The destination was a humble, rundown village, far from the opulence she had known.

Upon arriving, she noticed the disrepair of her biological parents’ home, the air filled with muffled cries that pulled at her heart.

Stepping inside, she saw many people.

A stark contrast presented itself: a man in a clean, elegant suit, surrounded by bodyguards, stood in front of a weeping couple clad in simple peasant garb.

As Madisyn absorbed the surreal tableau, the man turned, his eyes filled with redness and disbelief.

He rushed towards her, arms open wide.

“My daughter, it’s really you! I can’t believe that you’re really alive!” The tall, imposing man’s voice broke with emotion.

Madisyn stood bewildered.

Who was this man and why was he acting like that?

Madisyn absorbed the teary gazes of the peasant couple before her.

Her voice, shaky with confusion, finally broke the silence.

“Mom, Dad, what’s happening?”

The male farmer sighed heavily, his voice weary with the weight of untold truths.

“Madisyn, we are not your real parents.

Jenna is the rightful daughter of the Chapmans, but you… you are not ours.

Our baby was stillborn.

”

He paused, motioning towards the well-dressed man.

“This man is your real father.

”