<strong>Chapter 830:</strong>
“Roxy, go to hell! You conniving woman!”
Waylon stared at his phone for a moment before shutting it off.
Howard looked up from his seat, asking, “No regrets?”
Waylon looked him in the eye and replied firmly, “No regrets. I can’t forgive those who hurt my family.”
Though Waylon had refrained from taking action against Roxy himself, he knew his fans would tear her apart.
That was the price she had to pay, and Waylon felt no remorse.
Howard asked again, “Any ns for the future?”
Waylon nced up at the ceiling, lost in thought for a moment before responding, “ns…” He paused, then shrugged.
“Not sure yet. Maybe I’ll try modeling.”
Howard nodded thoughtfully.
He watched Madisyn rest her head on Andrew’s shoulder before turning his attention to Milly, who was absorbed in a TV drama and clearly hooked on it.
Howard gently rubbed her head.
Milly looked up at him, then snuggled closer, continuing to watch the show.
Atst, the ne touched down in Lorpond.
They quietly returned home, careful not to wake ine and Glenn, and went straight to their rooms to rest.
The following morning, ine woke up early to start cooking.
Glenn sat beside her, reading the news.
“Aswil’s queen has been proimed. Dottie was chosen, and the crowds are celebrating. Everything seems to have settled down over there. I wonder when the kids will be back.”
“Probably soon,” ine replied, her excitement clear.
Someone suddenly said from the doorway, “Mom, what delicious food are you making?”
ine turned and saw Howard and Waylon walking toward her, both wearing smiles.
Her eyes shimmered with happy tears as she rushed to greet them, covering her mouth in surprise.
Waylon beamed, opening his arms for a hug.
But to Waylon’s surprise, ine bypassed him, instead throwing her arms around Madisyn at the door.
Madisyn smiled warmly and wrapped her arms around her mother.
“Mom, how have you been these days?”
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