Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 559

Chapter 559:

“No, blame me. I should’ve told you from the start!” Susan sobbed. “I’ve been such a coward, making you act strange while I kept running away.”

“So, what’s the plan from now on?” Dane asked her. “From now on, whatever happens, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Exactly, that’s how it should be.” Dane softly stroked her hair.

Watching them hug and make up, Madisyn felt a wave of relief, a smile tugging at her lips.

Dane checked his watch before turning to Madisyn.

“Madisyn, Andrew tonight?”

Madisyn wondered why he would ask her this question. “Now he knows I’m here for Susan’s competition,” she answered.

“Really? So, are you going to celebrate his birthday tomorrow?” Dane questioned.

Madisyn’s smile faltered. “Birthday?”

“Yeah, today’s his birthday. Wait, you didn’t…?” Dane raised an eyebrow.

Madisyn’s smile disappeared entirely.

So, it was Andrew’s birthday. Now she remembered being asked repeatedly if she would go to Andrew’s home tonight, but Andrew hadn’t told her.

Guilt washed over Madisyn.

Susan caught on and quickly apologized. “Madisyn, I’m so sorry! It’s my fault for nearly forgetting his birthday. You should go to him now!”

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“Alright, I’ll head out now.”

Madisyn rushed out, calling Andrew, but he didn’t answer. She texted him, asking where he was, but still no response.

The outskirts.

The cemetery stretched wide, dotted with all kinds of tombstones, with hardly anyone in sight.

A man stood before a gravestone, setting down a bouquet of flowers.

He stood there, in silence.

The eerily still air, not a sound.

Nearby, his assistant watched Andrew’s lone figure, feeling a twinge of sadness.

To the world, Andrew was always seen as powerful, decisive, and dazzling, but deep down, he was a man who had never known a parent’s love.

Every year on his birthday, Andrew visited the cemetery to see his parents.

He thought this year might be different, with Madisyn by his side, but her friend’s competition happened to fall on the same day. The assistant let out a sigh.

“You can go now,” Andrew’s voice was cold.

The assistant quietly walked away.

As the night deepened, the faint glow from the street lamps barely illuminated Andrew’s form, almost making him one with the thick darkness. He checked his watch—only minutes until midnight. His birthday was nearly over.

“I’m heading out now. I’ll be back next time. See you,” Andrew murmured softly.

Suddenly, gentle patter filled the air as raindrops started to land on his head and shoulders. He tilted his head up, eyes meeting the drizzling rain. “Is this your way of asking me to stay?” he whispered.

If only they were still alive…

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