Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Chapter 690:

“Alright. By the way, how are you?”

Madisyn briefly explained the situation.

The palace was hauntingly quiet, its silence unsettling even during the day. Guards were heavily stationed, and despite its opulence, the place felt as cold and unwelcoming as a mausoleum.

In the following days, Madisyn dedicated herself fully to treating Dottie.

Initially, Babette was cautious around Madisyn, but as she witnessed Madisyn’s tireless efforts to help Dottie, she became deeply moved. Babette frequently gifted Madisyn precious supplements and constantly reminded her to take care of herself.

“Have you been sleeping well lately?” Babette asked with concern, noticing the faint exhaustion on Madisyn’s face.

Madisyn nodded, but Waylon interjected, “She’s barely slept—maybe two hours a night before getting up to prepare the medicine again.”

“You…” Babette’s voice was filled with both sympathy and gratitude. “I’ll make sure Dottie properly thanks you. If you need anything, just let me know.”

Madisyn smiled softly. “The princess’s recovery is our top priority.”

As hoped, Dottie’s condition improved daily. Her eyes began to hold a new depth and wisdom. In addition to taking her medicine, she spent her days immersed in study.

Finally, Madisyn was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Dottie’s learning ability astonished Waylon. In just a few days, she had completed several books—all in foreign languages that even someone as well-traveled as Waylon found challenging to comprehend.

Waylon was in disbelief. Casting a glance at his sister, he couldn’t help but wonder—were women simply smarter than men? In the kitchen, Madisyn was diligently preparing medicine.

Once she finished, she’d finally be able to grant herself the much-needed rest she had longed for. As this thought crossed her mind, she leaned back against the wall. Before she realized it, she slipped into a gentle slumber.

She had been burning the candle at both ends lately, and just as she was about to collapse, she felt herself enveloped in a familiar, comforting embrace. Madisyn’s eyes fluttered open to find a face of striking handsomeness.

The man’s features were chiseled and sharp, his hair slicked back, revealing a broad, unblemished forehead. He exuded an air of both arrogance and nobility. A faint hint of cologne lingered around him.

“Andrew…”

An unusual tightness gripped Madisyn’s throat. She lifted her hand to caress Andrew’s face, but his expression remained stoic as he gently held her in his arms.

Sleep soon reclaimed Madisyn, her hand dropping.

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