?<strong>Chapter 891:</strong>


    Madisyn tilted her head thoughtfully.


    “Do you know why they’ve been out of touch for so long?”


    Waylon frowned, his brows knitting together.


    “That’s ancient history. I can’t remember the details, but something happened the day Grandpa passed away. After that, Mom never took us back to her original family’s home. I never dared to ask her what really happened.”


    “Alright, if it’s something that upsets Mom, we shouldn’t dig it up. You should get some rest… and cut down on the smoking, okay?” Madisyn gently advised.


    Waylon gave a sheepish nod, but before he could say another word, a sharp, authoritative voice cut through the air like a whip.


    “You’re smoking?”


    Waylon spun around, his face nching as he locked eyes with Glenn.


    Waylon stammered, “D-Dad, it was just a little… I barely had any, I swear!”


    Before he could finish, Glenn’s handnded on his head with a sharp smack.


    “Try that again, and we’ll see how far you get!” Glenn’s tone was cold enough to freeze ake.


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    “I got it! I got it…”


    Watching her brother’s pitiful disy, Madisyn couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt herself.


    She offered her father a polite greeting and, without a word, slipped away to her vi for the night.


    Andrew had decided to stay the night at her vi.


    After her shower, Madisyn stepped into the room and noticed her go-to body lotion and face cream already opened and neatly lined up on the table.


    Andrew, loungingfortably on the sofa in casual loungewear, looked entirely different from his usual polished self.


    The sharp, businesslike air he carried during the day was gone, reced by a rxed, effortless aura.


    His hair, typically slicked back with precision, now fell softly over his forehead, giving him a more boyish and approachable charm.


    As Madisyn applied her face cream, she couldn’t help but steal a nce at him.


    His skin, annoyingly perfect and glowing without a hint of effort, caught her attention.


    Walking over to him, she yfully asked, “How on earth do you keep your skin looking so wless?”


    “I don’t really do anything special.”


    “Seriously? That’s hard to believe. Were you just born like this, or is there a secret you’re not sharing?” Madisyn teased, giving Andrew’s cheek a light pinch.


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