Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Chapter 686

“So, now that you’re facing imprisonment, what’re your thoughts?”

Madisyn asked with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Jeffry couldn’t help but chuckle, though the sound was hollow.

“You really came all this way just to ask such a dull question?”

“Then let’s spice things up, shall we?” Madisyn leaned forward, her gaze piercing.

“After you got arrested, did you reach out to that person? Did that person show any interest in helping you?”

Her words hit Jeffry like a sledgehammer.

His mask of indifference shattered, his shock evident.

By the time he tried to regain his composure, it was far too late.

He swallowed hard.

“What on earth are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Madisyn said, her voice stern.

“Your face just now said it all.

The Chapman Group thrived because of me, so I am well aware of its every detail.

Large sums of money have been funneled into your company regularly.

You know exactly where that came from, don’t you?”

Jeffry’s mouth tightened as he replied, “That was just someone repaying me a favor.”

Madisyn’s lips curled into a smirk.

“And how exactly did you get someone to owe you a billion dollars?”

Jeffry’s eyes darkened, his wariness growing with every word she spoke.

How had he underestimated her so gravely, after raising her all these years?

“Believe what you want, but I’m telling the truth,” Jeffry muttered, though his voice wavered with uncertainty.

Madisyn arched an eyebrow, her gaze unyielding.

“Is that so? Then tell me, do you think that person will come to your rescue once you’re behind bars?” Madisyn’s gaze bored into him, her voice as sharp as the edge of a blade.

“If my guess is right, that person hasn’t contacted you since I parted ways with the Chapman family, right?”

Jeffry stayed quiet, his silence speaking volumes.

“Jeffry,” Madisyn continued, “tell me the truth, and maybe—just maybe -I’ll forgive you.”

A flicker of hope crossed Jeffry’s face.

He hesitated, then looked up at her, his voice tinged with desperation.

“You promise?”

“I promise,” Madisyn assured him.

“I just need to know the truth.”

Jeffry exhaled, the weight of his secrets pressing heavily on him.

After a moment, he began, his voice low and measured, “I don’t know who that person is.

But as you grew up, it became clear you weren’t our child.

You are too beautiful, too delicate, nothing like us.

I was going to get a paternity test when someone contacted me, telling me you’d been swapped, that you weren’t ours.”

Madisyn listened, the confirmation chilling yet unsurprising.

“When I learned this,” Jeffry continued, “I wanted to send you to an orphanage.

But then this person told me to keep you and said that as long as you were alive, they’d send me a monthly allowance.

It was a large sum, so I agreed.

And I didn’t treat you too badly, did I? Anyway, later on, when we found Jenna, I thought about sending you away.

But then the person contacted me again.

They told me to hand you over to Jenna’s parents.

So I did.”

A shadow crossed Jeffry’s face as he continued, his voice tinged with regret, “After that, I never heard from them again.

The payments stopped, and I couldn’t reach them.

It’s like they vanished into thin air.”

Madisyn’s brow furrowed.

“Didn’t you ever wonder why they did this Jeffry shrugged helplessly.

“Of course I wondered.

But they wouldn’t tell me any details, so I learned not to care, as long as the money kept coming.”

Hearing that, Madisyn fell into deep thought.

“So Jeffry asked cautiously, “have you figured out who that person is?