Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 11

Madisyn, her face set in a mask of icy detachment, responded without a hint of warmth, “My affairs are no longer your concern.

”

Madisyn’s view of the Chapman family had crystallized in that moment, reflecting years of unreciprocated loyalty.

She had elevated their modest enterprise to a publicly traded powerhouse, believing she had repaid the debt of gratitude for raising her.

Yet, the Chapmans were unaware of her help.

Phyllis stared at Madisyn with disdain, her words laced with venom.

“Who says your affairs don’t concern us? If people hear that you’re sleeping around for money, our family’s reputation will be tarnished! I suggest you reconsider your choices.

Leave this place immediately and return to your humble roots!”

Elaine’s expression turned stern as she absorbed the harshness of Phyllis’s words.

The family she had envisioned as part of Madisyn’s past was far from the reality presented before her.

They treated Madisyn not with familial concern, but with outright hostility.

“Excuse me, I gather this young woman was once a daughter to you, but why are you treating her like this now?” Elaine interjected, unable to hold back her dismay.

With an audience now present, Phyllis exhaled deeply, her face a mask of sorrowful resignation.

“Indeed, she was a daughter to me once.

But I must caution you, madam, not to be deceived by her facade.

She’s crafted numerous lies and even stolen money from our family.

She’s a disgrace!”

She continued, her voice laden with feigned distress, “My disappointment was profound, leaving me no choice but to distance her from our family, despite the years we spent nurturing her.

”

Phyllis was determined to paint Madisyn in the worst possible Light, ensuring that no wealthy lady would think well of Madisyn, lest word spread that she was too harsh on this fake daughter.

To make her words more convincing, she even dabbed at her eyes, simulating tears to underscore her supposed despair.

Madisyn’s expression hardened, a

dangerous spark igniting in her gaze as she realized Phyllis was actively discrediting her before her own mother.

“Is that so?” Madisyn retorted with a measured calmness that belied her rising anger.

“Mrs.

Chapman, let’s not rewrite history.

You have been extremely harsh on me since I was a child.

At the slightest dissatisfaction, you would beat and kick me.

Later, Grandma intervened, unable to watch you abuse me any longer.

She took me away to the countryside to live with her, where we relied solely on each other.

It was only after Grandma passed that I returned to your house.

I even financed my own education.

Tell me, what financial support did you actually provide over those years?”

These were truths Madisyn seldom aired, but the confrontation stirred a need to lay bare the past grievances.

Celia Chapman, her grandmother, hailed from a family of scholars, in stark contrast to Phyllis, who hailed from a less cultured family.

This disparity often subjected Phyllis to derision for her lack of refinement, driving her to place high expectations on her daughter.

She subjected Madisyn to grueling schedules with less than six hours of sleep and excessive study.

Then, Celia, driven by compassion, decisively removed Madisyn from Phyllis’s rigorous demands, taking her to a more nurturing environment in the countryside.

During those years, Phyllis didn’t contact Madisyn even once.

It was only after Celia’s death that she brought Madisyn back, treating her with a chilly detachment.

As Madisyn recounted these truths, Phyllis displayed no remorse, her arrogance intensifying.

“Who would believe your story? I paid for your high tuition fees for university every year.

How else could a girl like you have managed to earn so much?”