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In the car, Madelyn glanced at Andrew, her eyes filled with curiosity.

Andrew pulled her into his lap, setting her down comfortably.

“If you have any questions, just ask.”

Andrew saw right through Madelyn.

She snuggled into his embrace and murmured, “I never thought Elijah looked old before. But today, he looked much older as he stood next to Easton. He appeared to be even older than Roger. Easton is already that grown–up, but Roger isn’t even married yet

Andrew was the youngest in the Miller family, and the age gap between him and Elijah was normal. But the difference was stark as he stood beside Elijah that day.

Compared to Roger’s elegance, Elijah looked old enough to be their father.

Andrew gently stroked her soft hair. His touch was tender and indulgent.

“Elijah was actually adopted by Grandpa. He’s said to be the grandson of his close friend.”

Madelyn’s eyes widened.

“What? Adopted?”

“Yes. Grandpa and that friend had a significant age gap but were very close. That’s why Elijah also calls him ‘Grandpa“.”

Madelyn fell silent, processing this new information. When it came to relationships and age, she never knew how to distinguish them. She even felt confused when observing people.

Andrew’s explanation only muddled her thoughts further.

“No one in the Miller family ever mentioned this,” she said.

“Yeah. He doesn’t know either,” Andrew replied.

Madelyn was stunned. She felt silent.

She figured that Lance didn’t leave Elijah anything behind in his will because of this fact.

However, Elijah harbored resentment toward the Miller family because he was unaware of this truth.

Despite this, no one in the Miller family had ever brought it up, which spoke volumes about their integrity and grace.

“Oh, so that’s how it is!” Madelyn exclaimed.

“Remember, you are not to mention this to anyone, understand?” Andrew cautioned her.

Madelyn nodded understandingly. She had no interest in stirring up trouble.

Despite Elijah’s many misdeeds, the Miller family never revealed this painful secret to him, which shows their strict moral code.

Madelyn had a habit of taking a nap after lunch. She leaned against Andrew, feeling drowsy.

Andrew gently touched the back of her head.

“Are you feeling sleepy?”

“Yes,” Madelyn murmured.

She had no desire to get involved in the Miller family’s complex issues, which had been unresolved for years and were beyond her control.

Andrew adjusted her to a more comfortable position.

“Rest for a while. I’ll wake you when we reach the company.”

“Have you managed to reclaim everything from Elena? Madelyn asked groggily.

She recalled seeing Elena with Easton earlier.

“Yes. Everything has been retrieved,” Andrew confirmed.

The Garcia family was truly finished. Whatever Elena and Easton were plotting now, Andrew didn’t care. He doubted they could cause any significant trouble.

Madelyn didn’t give much thought to Elena’s schemes with Easton and Elijah. She quickly drifted off to sleep in Andrew’s arms.

When they arrived at the company, Madelyn was still sound asleep.

Andrew wrapped his suit jacket around her and carried her inside. He used the executive elevator to go straight to the president’s office.

As they passed through the secretariat, everyone noticed the person in Andrew’s arms and knew it was Madelyn.

At this sight, the female secretaries couldn’t help but marvel at Andrew’s genuine devotion to Madelyn. They thought he was indeed a good man. They wondered how Madelyn had managed to cause such a scene before.

With the incident involving Elizabeth in mind, the female secretaries in the secretariat dared not harbor any feelings for Andrew.

Valentina, who was in charge of miscellaneous tasks in the president’s office, approached with concern when she saw Andrew carrying Madelyn back.

“Mr. Miller.”

Andrew gave her a sharp glance. She quickly lowered her head even further in response.

Her voice dropped to a whisper. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Ms. Sinclair is waiting inside. We couldn’t stop her.”

Andrew was taken aback at the mention of Natalie Sinclair.

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