Once Madeline was gone, Cilix's expression turned stormy.He looked down at the papers in his hand and, in a fit of frustration, hurled them across the room.Yancy entered quietly at the sound, calmly picking up the scattered documents. "Mr. Sanders, some shareholders called. They're expecting a callback. Here's the list."Cilix ignored the list, massaging his temples as he closed his eyes and leaned back. Yancy stepped behind him and started to work on his tense shoulders.After a moment, Cilix asked quietly, "What's your take on this mess?"Yancy hesitated, then replied, "The shareholders are curious about what's going on between you and Miss Madeline. They seem ready to follow her lead. If she pulls out, they're likely to do the same."Cilix clenched his fists in frustration, then slowly let go. "Fair-weather friends, all of them."Yancy smiled. "The whole divorce saga between Miss Madeline and Mr. Gibson has been hush-hush, you know. Keeping up appearances for the Gibson Gro
"I'm broke!" Hoyt exclaimed.Cilix replied calmly, "Then, brace yourself for a stint in the slammer. The millions you've skimmed should land you a ten-year vacation."In a rage, Hoyt kicked a chair flying.Cilix just glanced down, unbothered. "Losing your cool with me won't help. If you're looking for someone to blame, Madeline's your best bet. She didn't cut me any slack today either."Hoyt spat, "That little troublemaker! Look, I'm not trying to rag on you, Cilix, but you've been way too soft on Madeline. She's a girl, sure, but she's practically walking all over us."In my opinion, we should handle it old-school, like back in the sticks. Drag her home and give her a good whooping. End of story."If you can't bring yourself to do it, I'll step in on your behalf. Those two nieces of yours, do you think either of them would dare to raise their voices at home? If they did, I'd have beaten them!"Cilix could not help but laugh, though he was clearly ticked off. "You missed the sho
As the year was winding down, Yarden Ferguson and his wife Joanna Wheeler wrapped up their globe-trotting adventure and headed back to Redenbaugh City.No sooner had they landed than Yarden called Stephen into his home office."Stephen, I've heard some talk about Grandma shifting some money from Hector's trust. What's the story?" Yarden asked.Stephen sighed, a bit at a loss. "Uh... Dad, maybe you should just ask Grandma about it."Yarden just stared at him, waiting.Stephen gave a wry smile. "It's not the end of the world. Grandma just lost her cool with him. Hector's been kind of a mess lately, burning through cash with his business ventures."Yarden pressed, "Cut the act. What's going on with this Madeline girl?"Stephen was even more cornered then.He had hoped to keep Madeline's identity under wraps, but it was tricky to explain.Before he could come up with a response, Yarden guessed, "She's your aunt's daughter, isn't she?"The money that was once Hector's had been red
Madeline had tossed the Sanders Group's file to Cilix and left it at that. She had given him a week to come up with a good answer.With no art to restore in Oralia, Madeline had turned to her canvas, letting her brush dance across it.Yash had not mentioned mentoring again, but he made sure Madeline got the same assignments as his students. She knew he was rooting for her, so she poured her heart into every task.Her challenge was a bird and flower scene.Madeline had to admit, it was tough. Bella had always called her work in that area 'dull'. However, for the life of her, Madeline could not figure out what Bella meant by 'interesting'.Madeline chewed on the end of her pen, unsure how to kick off her story, when Willa breezed in. "Hey, the Sanders family sent over a painting. They're hoping you can take a look."Madeline glanced up just as Willa and Nash shuffled in, struggling with a large painting between them. Trailing behind was a man who had a striking resemblance to Steph
Madeline strolled into the lobby, her eyes like frost as they landed on the man who spoke.It was Hoyt.Hoyt smirked upon seeing Madeline. "Well, if it isn't my favorite niece! Been ages, kiddo. I've been missing something fierce."The words had barely left his mouth when Hoyt felt a piercing stare drilling into him.He scowled and traced the line of sight.Standing next to Madeline was a man in a pricey suit who oozed class. He was smirking at Hoyt.A shiver ran down Hoyt's back from that look.However, the sensation vanished as quickly as it came, as if it was never there.It must have been his imagination.Hoyt shrugged it off and gave Madeline another eyebrow raise.Madeline's voice was a frosty blade. "Your 'favorite niece' is in the psych ward. If you're missing her that much, why don't you go and keep her company?""Madeline, you're really pushing it," Hoyt snapped, slapping his hand down and pointing accusingly at her.Madeline was not in the mood for his nonsense.
Hoyt took off in a rush.Madeline watched him go, a smirk playing on her lips.Perfect.She was in for a real showdown.Nash wondered what they should do with the painting Hoyt had dropped off."Just stash it in some corner," Madeline said with a casual glance."When he shows up again, hand it back to him and kick it to the curb."Nash gave a knowing nod.It was an obvious move.Yarden watched her handle the situation with such poise and could not help but feel a bit proud.Madeline had not turned out like Bella, who was all about love and nothing else.Yarden said, "Madeline, you're invited to dinner with the Zieglers. Mr. Yash Ferguson's brothers are back in town. They want to thank you face-to-face."He was so quiet, she had nearly forgotten he was there.At his words, a flicker of conflict crossed Madeline's face. "I just helped my great-uncle out that one time. Now, everyone's queuing up to thank me. I really can't take all the credit."Besides, Mr. Yash Ferguson's b
Trevon had meant to pick up Madeline, but one thing after another had held him up, not to mention the treacherous snowy roads. By the time he reached Oralia, he learned that Caleb had already whisked Madeline away.He had rushed to the Luxuria Supper House after hearing where they were, only to be frozen in place by Madeline's words.Rooted to the spot, Trevon felt the veins on his forehead throb uncontrollably with each passing second.Riley was on the verge of a meltdown, jabbing a finger at Madeline and yelling, "How could you be so shameless?"The idea of Madeline seeking another man to father her child was just outrageous.Riley wanted a grandchild, but it had to be Trevon's, not some stranger's offspring!Madeline, ever the instigator, taunted, "You're waiting for Trevon to give you a grandson, but that's a long shot. Why not claim this kid? It was conceived while I was married to Trevon, and everyone will believe he's the dad!"Riley clenched her teeth and snapped, "In yo
Inside the private room, Caleb dismissed the waiter with a chuckle, "I've never seen Mrs. Yagle so... Well, rattled before."Riley, leaning on the Gibson family's support and her status as a widow, commanded extra respect from the old guard in Redenbaugh City.In the city's social circles, she was practically royalty, and few had the nerve to cross her."It was her who came looking for trouble with me, and she even tried to drag you into it," Madeline explained.Madeline did not want the Gibsons to find out about the baby's lineage, but she could not stand by and let Caleb take the fall.That mess was not good for her, Caleb, or even the baby.She had rushed into a divorce before, not thinking things through. However, she refused to admit to anything.Coming clean was meant to sicken Riley and to officially give her child a backstory.She could not just say the baby's dad was dead, could she?That would only lead to more issues once the baby arrived.A wave of complicated fee