Chapter 1297

Chapter 1297:

“Understood.” Madisyn gave a firm nod. Today, she had learned more than she ever expected. And right now, her mind was a tangled mess, trying to sort through it all.

Denby had revealed his secrets to Madisyn, not for the sake of mere confession, but with the hope that she would take a broader perspective—one that would allow her to keep a watchful eye on Andrew whenever he made reckless choices in the future.

Madisyn studied Denby in silence before responding with quiet resolve, “Denby, like you, I don’t want Andrew to be in danger. But I love him, and I respect him just as much. If something is truly what he wants, I won’t stand in his way—I’ll stand beside him and face it with him!”

As her words settled in the air, she braced herself for disapproval. Surely, Denby would find her naive. But instead of reprimanding her, he remained silent. Yet, in his eyes, she saw unmistakable appreciation.

Without a word, Denby reached into a drawer and retrieved a small, timeworn box. He placed it in her hands.

“This was left behind by Andrew’s mother before she passed. Since you’re here, it’s only right that I give it to you. She always intended for you to have it. Don’t refuse.”

When Madisyn instinctively opened her mouth to protest, Denby stopped her with a firm look. She had no choice but to accept. Carefully, she lifted the lid. Nestled inside was a rare and breathtaking red jade.

Its luster was deep and rich, as if it were imbued with life itself. She brushed her fingers over the stone, startled by the warmth it still held. Madisyn shut the box gently and held it close.

“Denby, don’t worry. I’ll keep it safe.”

“Good. It belongs to you now.”

As they stepped out of the study, they found Andrew waiting outside, his expression dark with displeasure.

Denby’s brows furrowed as he shot his grandson a glare.

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“What’s with that sour face? I just spoke with Madisyn for a while, and you’re already sulking? She’s your fiancée, not your prisoner!”

Denby was a man of unwavering reliability, but his words often carried a sharp edge.

Though his remark was meant to be teasing, his stern tone made it feel like a reprimand.

Andrew, long accustomed to his grandfather’s bluntness, rarely took offense. But today, for the first time, his expression darkened.

“A while? You call disappearing

For over an hour, just “a while”?” Madisyn couldn’t help but laugh at Andrew’s biting remark.

Her amusement only drew more attention, as both men turned to look at her at once. Swiftly, she grabbed Andrew’s sleeve, attempting to pacify him.

“I was so caught up talking to your grandfather that I lost track of time. But isn’t it almost lunchtime? Let’s go see what’s for lunch, okay?”

Andrew’s gaze flickered from her hand gripping his sleeve to her face, where he caught the subtle shift in her expression—her attempt to divert the subject. His displeasure vanished instantly. There was something oddly endearing about Madisyn trying to smooth things over.

With a smirk, he played along.

“Alright. Let’s go check.”

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