?<strong>Chapter 1331:</strong>


    “You know, I’ve always been dying to meet her. I’ve seen pictures—she’s gorgeous—but that’s not the same. I want to see her in person.” Then, without missing a beat, she threw in a request he should’ve seening.


    “Waylon, take me with you to Lorpond!”


    Waylon blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Jenny’s impulsiveness never failed to surprise him.


    “I’m going back for something important. What about your work?”


    Jenny waved off his concern.


    “It’s just a few days. Besides, you’re rich. There’s no way you’d make me pay my way to visit your home and live worse than I do now, right?”


    Waylon had tough at that. Jenny had been a huge help to him when he first arrived in M, and there was no way he’d let her struggle over something like this.


    “How could I? Do you really think I’d let that happen? If youe with me, I’ll cover everything. Just don’t do anything illegal or immoral in my name.” Waylon’s tone was unwavering.


    Jenny grinned in satisfaction.


    “Now that’s more like it. I mean, isn’t this way better than working? I’ll just call it a vacation!”


    Waylon sighed, but he didn’t argue. He’d once told Madisyn that if he ever had the chance, he’d introduce his new friend to her. This was as good a time as any to make good on that promise.


    “Alright,” he said.


    “Get ready, then. We’ll leave together when the timees.”


    “No problem.”


    Of course, as Andrew’s sister by blood, Evie had to attend the wedding too.


    Time flew by, and soon the long-awaited day arrived.


    On the eve of the wedding, the entire wedding team was hard at work, finalizing everyst detail for the bride-to-be.


    Madisyn’s room at the Johns Manor had been transformed into something out of a dream—romantic, elegant, and perfect for the asion.


    That evening, a soft knock sounded at her door. ine stood there.


    “Mom.”


    Madisyn weed her in, and ine smiled, her gaze brimming with warmth.


    “My precious daughter is getting married tomorrow. Tradition says that tonight, a mother should stay by her daughter’s side.”


    She guided Madisyn to the vanity, pulling out a silverb adorned with delicate red patterns. Carefully, she ran it through Madisyn’s long, cascading hair.


    “When I married your father, your grandmother did this for me too.” That night, ine and Madisyn talked for hours, their conversation soft and filled with love. ine’s every word carried warmth, blessings, and the deep affection of a mother sending her daughter into a new chapter of life.


    In the morning, the styling team and wedding nners arrived, signaling that it was time for Madisyn to prepare for her big moment. ine stood quietly at the doorway, watching her daughter with a gaze full of unspoken emotion.


    When Madisyn was fully styled, she met her mother’s eyes. She lifted the hem of her gown and hurried over, wrapping ine in a tight hug.


    “Mom, I love you.”


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