?<strong>Chapter 880:</strong>


    She had to admit that she missed them deeply, especially her elder brother.


    The ache of separation had be a quiet undercurrent in her life, a persistent reminder of what she had left behind.


    Their parents had passed away when they were still so young.


    And her brother, barely an adult at the time, had shouldered the weight of both parental roles without hesitation.


    She knew it hadn’t been easy for him.


    ine took a deep breath and said, “Madisyn, you’re right. I can’t keep avoiding them like this.” She looked at Madisyn.


    “Let’s find time to visit them together.”


    Madisyn nodded with a smile.


    “Okay.”


    The sky was getting darker outside, so they decided to head home.


    When they arrived home, the night had already fallen.


    Waylon had juste back as well.


    He slumped onto the sofa, looking exhausted.


    Madisyn asked, “Waylon, is being a model really that tiring?”


    Waylon leaned his head back against the cushion, closing his eyes.


    Then, he opened them and nced at Madisyn.


    “I stood in front of the camera all day. I feel like my back is about to break. It’s easier to be an actor.”


    “Really? I thought modeling was all about looking pretty and posing,” Madisyn said teasingly.


    “If it’s tiring, then why don’t you just help with the family business?”


    “No, no, no. I’m fine with this job. Being a model is better than doing business.”


    Madisyn smiled with a touch of resignation.


    “So, how have you beentely? Got any big showsing up?”


    “Well, I used to be the talk of the town in showbiz. They’ve set me up for an A-list fashion show—day after tomorrow, actually. So yeah, I’ve been running myself ragged.” Waylon spoke, his tone tinged with exhaustion, yet a vibrant gleam sparkled in his eyes, betraying the pride and excitement he couldn’t quite hide.


    After all,ing from such a prominent family, he couldn’t afford tog behind.


    “You really are something else, Waylon,” Madisyn teased, yfully ruffling his hair.


    “It’s no big deal,” Waylon replied, smiling meekly.


    ine, observing the interaction, shook her head with a knowing smile.


    To her, Madisyn, despite being the youngest of her children, often seemed far moreposed and mature than Waylon, who came across more like a doted-upon younger brother.


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